Doubt Is Long-winded. Certainty Is Brief.

The Tranquility Of My Room Partakes Too Much Of Forest Lawn.

Asceticism Without Religion Is Just Another Way Of Cultivating Peculiar Sensations.

As Soon As I Hear Of A Right, I Want It.

Cruelty Is Softened By Fear, Not Pity.

Fruitless Striving Breeds Less Despair Than Inaction.