The Word Of Sin Is Restriction

I Was Asked To Memorise What I Did Not Understand; And, My Memory Being So Good, It Refused To Be Insulted In That Manner.

Having To Talk Destroys The Symphony Of Silence.

Every Intentional Act Is A Magical Act.

Since All Things Are God, In All Things Thou Seest Just So Much Of God As Thy Capacity Affordeth Thee.

But Neither Europe Nor Africa Can Show Any Such Desolation As America. The Proudest, Stubbornest, Bitterest Peasant Of Deserted Spain, The Most Primitive And Superstitious Arab Of The Remotest Oases, Are A Little More Than Kin And Never Less Than Kind At Their Worst; Whereas In The United States One Is Almost Always Conscious Of An Instinctive Lack Of Sympathy And Understanding With Even The Most Charming And Cultured People.