Love Is The Garment Of Knowledge.

Maturity Is Having The Ability To Escape Categorization.

Perhaps This Is What Really Happens In Life To Most Good Men. They Are Not Crucified. They Simply Pass Through Life And Then Die, And Their Passing Influences Just A Few People To Make Them Just A Little Happy.

Victorian Society Was Homogeneous Without Being Homogenized. It Was, To Paraphrase The Epigram About Parliament, A Society Of Extreme Eccentrics Who Agreed So Well That They Could Afford To Differ.

The Meaning Of Life Can Be Revealed But Never Explained.

Art Is The Reasoned Derangement Of The Senses.