When You Want To Believe In Something,

To Believe In God Is To Know That All The Rules Will Be Fair, And That There Will Be Wonderful Surprises.

Sisterly Love Is, Of All Sentiments, The Most Abstract. Nature Does Not Grant It Any Functions.

Thought Itself Needs Words. It Runs On Them Like A Long Wire. And If It Loses The Habit Of Words, Little By Little It Becomes Shapeless, Somber.

When You Want To Believe In Something, You Also Have To Believe In Everything That's Necessary For Believing In It.

A Long Association-prolonged Human Contact, When A Man And Woman Live Together-this Ends Up Producing A Sort Of Rot, A Poison.