One Can Always Reason With Reason.

To Drive Out The Darkness, Bring In The Light.

Laughter Appears To Stand In Need Of An Echo, Listen To It Carefully: It Is Not An Articulate, Clear, Well-defined Sound; It Is Something Which Would Fain Be Prolonged By Reverberating From One To Another, Something Beginning With A Crash, To Continue In Successive Rumblings, Like Thunder In A Mountain.

There Are Manifold Tones Of Mental Life, Or, In Other Words, Our Psychic Life May Be Lived At Different Heights, Now Nearer To Action, Now Further Removed From It, According To The Degree Of Our Attention To Life.

Life Does Not Proceed By The Association And Addition Of Elements, But By Dissociation And Division.

The Idea Of The Future, Pregnant With An Infinity Of Possibilities, Is Thus More Fruitful Than The Future Itself, And This Is Why We Find More Charm In Hope Than In Possession, In Dreams Than In Reality.