Stupidity Often Saves A Man From Going

Nothing Is So Common-place As To Wish To Be Remarkable.

Language Is The Blood Of The Soul Into Which Thoughts Run And Out Of Which They Grow.

Where We Love Is Home - Home That Our Feet May Leave, But Not Our Hearts.

For Nothing Burns With Such Amazing Speed, As The Dry Sticks Of A Religious Creed.

The Man Who Is Always Worrying About Whether Or Not His Soul Would Be Damned Generally Has A Soul That Isn't Worth A Damn.