Carve Every Word Before You Let It

Go On, Fair Science; Soon To Thee Shall Nature Yield Her Idle Boast; Her Vulgar Lingers Formed A Tree, But Thou Hast Trained It To A Post.

There Are Three Natural Anaesthetics: Sleep, Fainting, And Death.

Through Our Great Good Fortune, In Our Youth Our Hearts Were Touched With Fire. It Was Given To Us To Learn At The Outset That Life Is A Profound And Passionate Thing.

The Greatest Act Of Faith Is When A Man Understands He Is Not God.

No Generalization Is Wholly True—not Even This One.