A Man Is Not Old As Long

Science Had Better Not Free The Minds Of Men Too Much, Before It Has Tamed Their Instincts.

God, That Checkroom Of Our Dreams.

One Kills A Man, One Is An Assassin; One Kills Millions, One Is A Conqueror; One Kills Everybody, One Is A God.

On The Brink Of Being Satiated, Desire Still Appears Infinite.

One Must Credit An Hypothesis With All That Has Had To Be Discovered In Order To Demolish It.