Animals Do Not Admire Each Other. A

A Man’s Dying Is More The Survivors’ Affair Than His Own.

Tolerance Becomes A Crime When Applied To Evil.

The Observations And Encounters Of A Devotee Of Solitude And Silence Are At Once Less Distinct And More Penetrating Than Those Of The Sociable Man; His Thoughts Are Weightier, Stranger, And Never Without A Tinge Of Sadness. Images And Perceptions Which Might Otherwise Be Easily Dispelled By A Glance, A Laugh, An Exchange Of Comments, Concern Him Unduly, They Sink Into Mute Depths, Take On Significance, Become Experiences, Adventures, Emotions.

Every Reasonable Human Being Should Be A Moderate Socialist.

It Is Love, Not Reason, That Is Stronger Than Death.