The Flesh Is The Upper Surface Of

One Of The Magnanimities Of Woman Is To Yield.

Every Blade Has Two Edges; He Who Wounds With One Wounds Himself With The Other.

Great Blunders Are Often Made, Like Large Ropes, Of A Multitude Of Fibres.

What A Gloomy Thing, Not To Know The Address Of One's Soul.

He Saw Before Him Two Roads, Both Equally Straight ; But He Saw Two; And That Terrified Him — Him, Who Had Never In His Life Known But One Straight Line. And, Bitter Anguish, These Two Roads Were Contradictory.