I Would Not Favour A Fiction To

Then The Old Man Of The Earth Stooped Over The Floor Of The Cave, Raised A Huge Stone From It, And Left It Leaning. It Disclosed A Great Hole That Went Plumb-down. "that Is The Way," He Said. "but There Are No Stairs." "you Must Throw Yourself In. There Is No Other Way.

It Is By Loving And Not By Being Loved That One Can Come Nearest To The Soul Of Another.

It Matters Little Where A Man May Be At This Moment; The Point Is Whether He Is Growing.

Cleverness Is Cheap. It Is Faith That He Praises.

I Begin Indeed To Fear That I Have Undertaken An Impossibility, Undertaken To Tell What I Cannot Tell Because No Speech At My Command Will Fit The Forms In My Mind.