Nothing Is Proved, All Is Permitted.

Shakespeare, I Come!

Nature, Machine-like, Works Definitely And Heartlessly, If In The Main Beautifully. Hence, If We, As Individuals, Do Not Make This Dream Of A God Or What He Stands For Us Real In Our Thoughts And Deeds, Then He Is Not Real Or True.

I Believe In The Compelling Power Of Love. I Do Not Understand It. I Believe It To Be The Most Fragrant Blossom Of All This Thorny Existence.

Depend On It, That From Every Condition Of Distress Or Evil There Is A Great Reaction, And The Greater The Evil Or Distress, The Greater The Reaction. If We Do Not Get A Reaction Quick, We Will Get It Long When It Does Come.

The Most Futile Thing In This World Is Any Attempt, Perhaps, At Exact Definition Of Character. All Individuals Are A Bundle Of Contradictions - None More So Than The Most Capable.