God Has Made The Cat To Give

I'm Not In The World To Guard My Own Life, But To Guard Souls

Symmetry Is Ennui, And Ennui Is The Very Essence Of Grief And Melancholy. Despair Yawns.

...though We Chisel Away As Best We Can At The Mysterious Block From Which Our Life Is Made, The Black Vein Of Destiny Continually Reappears.

When A Person Opens A Book, He Can Never Be In Prison.

The Left-handed Are Precious; They Take Places Which Are Inconvenient For The Rest.