Our Passions Shape Our Books, Repose Writes

Let Us Leave Pretty Women To Men Devoid Of Imagination.

Nine Tenths Of The Ills From Which Intelligent People Suffer Spring From Their Intellect.

That Which We Remember Of Our Conduct Is Ignored By Our Closest Neighbour; But That Which We Have Forgotten Having Said, Or Even What We Never Said, Will Cause Laughter Even Into The Next World.

A Little Tap At The Window, As Though Some Missile Had Struck It, Followed By A Plentiful, Falling Sound, As Light, Though, As If A Shower Of Sand Were Being Sprinkled From A Window Overhead; Then The Fall Spread, Took On An Order, A Rhythm, Became Liquid, Loud, Drumming, Musical, Innumerable, Universal. It Was The Rain

It Is Always During A Passing State Of Mind That We Make Lasting Resolutions.