The Nighttime Of The Body Is The

The Fate Of Love Is That It Always Seems Too Little Or Too Much.

... Good And Evil Are So Interwoven In Life That Every Good, Traced Up Far Enough, Is Found To Involve Evil. This Is The Great Mystery Of Life.

In All Troublous Events We May Find Comfort, Though It Be Only In The Negative Admission That Things Might Have Been Worse.

But What Do We Know Of The Heart Nearest To Our Own? What Do We Know Of Our Own Heart?

... Though Mathematics May Teach A Man How To Build A Bridge, It Is What The Scotch Universities Call The Humanities, That Teach Him To Be Civil And Sweet-tempered.