Reality Is A Sliding Door.

There Is One Topic Peremptorily Forbidden To All Well-bred, To All Rational Mortals, Namely, Their Distempers. If You Have Not Slept Or If You Have Slept Or If You Have Head Ache Or Sciatica Or Leprosy Or Thunder-stroke, I Beseech You, By All Angels, To Hold Your Peace And Not Pollute The Morning.

Conformity Is The Ape Of Harmony.

The Corruption Of Man Is Followed By The Corruption Of Language.

Time Dissipates To Shining Ether The Solid Angularity Of Facts.

The Relations Of The Soul To The Divine Spirit Are So Pure, That It Is Profane To Seek To Interpose Helps.