Happiness Is A Perfume You Cannot Pour

Immortality. I Notice That As Soon As Writers Broach This Question They Begin To Quote. I Hate Quotation. Tell Me What You Know.

The Essence Of Age Is Intellect. Wherever That Appears, We Call It Old.

The Church Seems To Totter To Its Fall, Almost All Life Extinct. On This Occasion, Any Complaisance Would Be Criminal Which Told You, Whose Hope And Commission It Is To Preach The Faith Of Christ, That The Faith Of Christ Is Preached.

A Gothic Cathedral Affirms That It Was Done By Us And Not Done By Us.

Every Man's Reason Is Sufficient For His Guidance, If Used.