Speech Is The Small Change Of Silence.

The Debts We Owe Ourselves Are The Hardest To Pay.

When I Was Quite A Boy I Had A Spasm Of Religion Which Lasted Six Weeks... But I Never Since Have Swallowed The Christian Fable.

How Many A Thing Which We Cast To The Ground, When Others Pick It Up, Becomes A Gem!

That Rarest Gift To Beauty, Common Sense!

George Eliot Has The Heart Of Sappho; But The Face, With The Long Proboscis, The Protruding Teeth Of The Apocalyptic Horse, Betrayed Animality.