All Men Come Into This World Alone

Books, We Are Told, Propose To Instruct Or To Amuse. Indeed! A True Antithesis To Knowledge, In This Case, Is Not Pleasure, But Power. All That Is Literature Seeks To Communicate Power; All That Is Not Literature, To Communicate Knowledge.

All Is Finite In The Present; And Even That Finite Is Infinite In It Velocity Of Flight Towards Death. But In God There Is Nothing Finite...upon A Night Of Earthquake He Builds A Thousand Years Of Pleasant Habitations For Man. Upon The Sorrow Of An Infant He Raises Oftentimes From Human Intellects Glorious Vintages That Could Not Else Have Been.

A Promise Is Binding In The Inverse Ratio Of The Numbers To Whom It Is Made.

Everlasting Farewells! And Again, And Yet Again Reverberated Everlasting Farewells!

There Is A Necessity For A Regulating Discipline Of Exercise That, Whilst Evoking The Human Energies, Will Not Suffer Them To Be Wasted.