It Is No Doubt Possible To Fly--but

The Vain.- We Are Like Shop Windows In Which We Are Continually Arranging, Concealing Or Illuminating The Supposed Qualities Other Ascribe To Us - In Order To Deceive Ourselves.

There Is Something Laughable About The Sight Of Authors Who Enjoy The Rustling Folds Of Long And Involved Sentences: They Are Trying To Cover Up Their Feet.

To Blaspheme The Earth Is Now The Most Dreadful Sin, And To Rate The Heart Of The Unknowable Higher Than The Meaning Of The Earth!

It Is Our Taste That Decides Against Christianity Now, No Longer Our Reasons.

One Must Separate From Anything That Forces One To Repeat No Again And Again.