A Painter Can Hang His Pictures, But

Writing Is Conscience, Scruple, And The Farming Of Our Ancestors.

Of All The Animals On Earth, None Is So Brutish As Man When He Seeks The Delirium Of Coition.

A Strong Foe Is Better Than A Weak Friend.

We Cannot Live, Suffer Or Die For Somebody Else, For Suffering Is Too Precious To Be Shared.

Evil, Which Is Our Companion All Our Days, Is Not To Be Treated As A Foe. It Is Wrong To Cocker Vice, But We Grow Narrow And Pithless If We Are Furtive About It, For This Is At Best A Pretense, And The Sage Knows Good And Evil Are Kindred. The Worst Of Men Harm Others, And The Best Injure Themselves.