Existence Begins In Every Instant.

Antithesis Is The Narrow Gateway Through Which Error Most Prefers To Worm Its Way Towards Truth.

Distrust All In Whom The Impulse To Punish Is Powerful.

Hold A True Friend With Both Your Hands.

The Hour-hand Of Life.

Indeed, What Forces Us At All To Suppose That There Is An Essential Opposition Of 'true' And 'false'? Is It Not Sufficient To Assume Degrees Of Apparentness And, As It Were, Lighter And Darker Shadows And Shades Of Appearance- Different 'values', To Use The Language Of Painters?