Pass Us By, And Forgive Us Our

A Hundred Suspicions Don't Make A Proof.

If Thou Love Each Thing Thou Wilt Perceive The Mystery Of God In All.

There Is Something At The Bottom Of Every New Human Thought, Every Thought Of Genius, Or Even Every Earnest Thought That Springs Up In Any Brain, Which Can Never Be Communicated To Others, Even If One Were To Write Volumes About It And Were Explaining One's Idea For Thirty-five Years; There's Something Left Which Cannot Be Induced To Emerge From Your Brain, And Remains With You Forever; And With It You Will Die, Without Communicating To Anyone Perhaps The Most Important Of Your Ideas.

I Cannot Understand Why The World Is Arranged As It Is.

Break What Must Be Broken, Once For All, That's All, And Take The Suffering On Oneself.