One Does Not Kill By Anger But

Thus I Spoke, More And More Softly; For I Was Afraid Of My Own Thoughts And The Thoughts Behind My Thoughts.

The Happiness Of Man Is: I Will. The Happiness Of Woman Is: He Wills.

How Far Is Truth Susceptible Of Embodiment? That Is The Question, That Is The Experiment.

A Little Wisdom Is Indeed Possible; But This Blessed Security Have I Found In All Things, That They Prefer--to Dance On The Feet Of Chance.

Once Upon A Time, In Some Out Of The Way Corner Of That Universe Which Is Dispersed Into Numberless Twinkling Solar Systems, There Was A Star Upon Which Clever Beasts Invented Knowing.