A Little Candor Never Leaves Me. It

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.

The Confession Of One Man Humbles All.

Human Suffering, While It Is Asleep, Is Shapeless. If It Is Wakened It Takes The Form Of The Waker.

Truth Has Very Few Friends And Those Few Are Suicides.

The Children Whom Nobody Leads By The Hand Are The Children Who Know They Are Children.