Conversation Is Not A Search After Knowledge,

For Axioms In Philosophy Are Not Axioms Until They Are Proved Upon Our Pulses.

I Will Imagine You Venus Tonight And Pray, Pray, Pray To Your Star Like A Heathen.

The Roaring Of The Wind Is My Wife And The Stars Through The Window Pane Are My Children. The Mighty Abstract Idea I Have Of Beauty In All Things Stifles The More Divided And Minute Domestic Happiness.

Sudden A Thought Came Like A Full-blown Rose, Flushing His Brow.

I Myself Am Pursuing The Same Instinctive Course As The Veriest Human Animal You Can Think Of I Am, However Young, Writing At Random Straining At Particles Of Light In The Midst Of A Great Darkness Without Knowing The Bearing Of Any One Assertion, Of Any One Opinion. Yet May I Not In This Be Free From Sin?