To This Day I Am Indulgent Toward

It Is Not Always Easy To Diagnose. The Simplest Form Of Stupidity - The Mumbling, Nose-picking, Stolid Incomprehension - Can Be Detected By Anyone. But The Stupidity Which Disguises Itself As Thought, And Which Talks So Glibly And Eloquently, Indeed Never Stops Talking, In Every Walk Of Life Is Not So Easy To Identify, Because It Marches Under A Formidable Name, Which Few Dare Attack. It Is Called Popular Opinion.

The Eye Sees Only What The Mind Is Prepared To Comprehend.

The Pleasures Of Love Are For Those Who Are Hopelessly Addicted To Another Living Creature.

You Never See What You Want To See, Forever Playing To The Gallery.

And Why Should It Not Be Terrifying? A Little Terror, In My View, Is Good For The Soul, When It Is Terror In The Face Of A Noble Object.