No-one Was Ever Made Wretched In A

The American Language Is In A State Of Flux Based Upon Survival Of The Unfittest.

We Love But Once, For Once Only Are We Perfectly Equipped For Loving.

In My Religion, There Would Be No Exclusive Doctrine; All Would Be Love, Poetry, And Doubt.

Most Of The Beauty Of Women Evaporates When They Achieve Domestic Happiness At The Price Of Their Independence.

The Civilization Of One Epoch Becomes The Manure Of The Next.