Nature Never Said To Me: Do Not

Pleasure May Come From Illusion, But Happiness Can Come Only Of Reality.

Love Is Like Epidemic Diseases. The More One Fears It The More Likely One Is To Contract It.

Spero Speroni Explains Admirably How An Author Who Writes Very Clearly For Himself Is Often Obscure To His Readers. "it Is," He Says, "because The Author Proceeds From The Thought To The Expression, And The Reader From The Expression To The Thought.

There Are More People Who Wish To Be Loved Than There Are Who Are Willing To Love.

Almost The Whole Of History Is But A Sequence Of Horrors.