Hypocrites Weep, And You Cannot Tell Their

Women Hope That The Dead Love May Revive; But Men Know That Of All Dead Things None Are So Past Recall As A Dead Passion.

Great Men Always Have Dogs.

Friendship Is Usually Treated...as A Tough...thing Which Will Survive All Manner Of Bad Treatment. But This Is An Exceedingly Great And Foolish Error; It May Die In An Hour Of A Single Unwise Word.

Love, The One Supreme, Unceasing Source Of Human Felicity, The One Sole Joy Which Lifts The Whole Mortal Existence Into The Empyrean, Was By It [christianity] Degraded Into The Mere Mechanical Action Of Reproduction.

The Song That We Hear With Our Ears Is Only The Song That Is Sung In Our Hearts.