People Are Always The Start For Meanimals.

I Never Know Where I Am Going, Though. That Is Part Of What Makes It So Wonderful. And After All, Who Does?

The Bitterness Of Joy Lies In The Knowledge That Is Cannot Last. Nor Should Joy Last Beyond A Certain Season, For, After That Season, Even Joy Would Become Merely Habit.

Men Are Not The Causers Of History. History Itself, By A Pressure Of Events, Causes Men To Resort To Particular Actions.

Are Not All Loves Secretly The Same? A Hundred Flowers Sprung From A Single Root.

I've Been Criticised For Writing In Too Complex A Manner For Younger People.