Where Everything Is Bad It Must Be

Few People Would Not Be The Worse For Complete Sincerity.

Our Live Experiences, Fixed In Aphorisms, Stiffen Into Cold Epigrams. Our Heart's Blood, As We Write It, Turns To Mere Dull Ink.

Eclecticism. Every Truth Is So True That Any Truth Must Be False.

We Say That A Girl With Her Doll Anticipates The Mother. It Is More True, Perhaps, That Most Mothers Are Still But Children With Playthings.

Religion Is Rather The Attempt To Express The Complete Reality Of Goodness Through Every Aspect Of Our Being.