Modern Thought Does Not Offer Consolations, But

A Laughing Lear Would Be Monstrous. Not So A Laughing Romeo And Juliet.

The More Learned A Writer, The More Digression Beckons Him.

Every Farewell Combines Loss And New Freedom.

When Love Ends, We Cry Out Against Destiny. When Friendship Ends, We Cry Out Against Our Friend.

Self-reform Is The Only Kind That Works.