To Be Happy Is Not The Purpose

I Cut A Hole In My Heart And Wrote With The Blood.

For Me This World Was Neither So High Nor So Low As The Church Would Have It; Chequered Over With Its Wild Light Shadows, I Could Love It And All The Children Of It, More Dearly, Perhaps, Because It Was Not All Light.

Experience Teaches Slowly, And At The Cost Of Mistakes.

We Are Complex, And Therefore, In Our Natural State, Inconsistent, Beings, And The Opinion Of This Hour Need Not Be The Opinion Of The Next.

The Best That We Can Do For One Another Is To Exchange Our Thoughts Freely; And That, After All, Is About All.