A Good Book Is Never Exhausted; We

Time Engraves Our Faces With All The Tears We Have Not Shed.

To Be One's Own Master Is To Be The Slave Of Self.

Doubt Seems The Only Purity For Those Who Are Too Fervent To Deny, And Too Lucid To Affirm.

A Scholar's Heart Is A Dark Well In Which Are Buried Many Aborted Feelings That Rise To The Surface As Arguments.

It's Necessary To Use Suffering. Otherwise, One Is Used By It.