Philosophy Is The Microscope Of Thought.

We Are All Under Sentence Of Death, But With A Sort Of Indefinite Reprieve.

Style Is The Substance Of The Subject Called Unceasingly To The Surface.

A Strange Thing Has Happened, Do You Know? I Am In Darkness. There Is A Person Who, Departing, Took Away The Sun.

Yes, The Brutalities Of Progress Are Called Revolutions

A Smile Is The Same As Sunshine; It Banishes Winter From The Human Countenance.