The Strong Are So Stupid.

It Is Thus, If There Is Any Rule, That We Ought To Die--neither As Victim Nor As Fanatic, But As The Seafarer Who Can Greet With An Equal Eye The Deep That He Is Entering, And The Shore That He Must Leave.

Are Not Beauty And Delicacy The Same?

Surely The Only Sound Foundation For A Civilization Is A Sound State Of Mind.

Our Final Experience, Like Our First, Is Conjectural. We Move Between Two Darkness's.

A Novel Is Based On Evidence, + Or -x, The Unknown Quantity Being The Temperament Of The Novelist, And The Unknown Quantity Always Modifies The Effect Of The Evidence, And Sometimes Transforms It Entirely.