A Middling Talent Makes For A More

Socrates Wrote Nothing. Christ Wrote Nothing.

The Bottomless Bitter Misery Of Childhood: How Little Even Now It Is Understood. Probably No Adult Misery Can Be Compared With A Child's Despair.

We Are All The Judges And The Judged, Victims Of The Casual Malice And Fantasy Of Others, And Ready Sources Of Fantasy And Malice In Our Turn. And If We Are Sometimes Accused Of Sins Of Which We Are Innocent, Are There Not Also Other Sins Of Which We Are Guilty And Of Which The World Knows Nothing?

There Is Nothing Like The Bootless Solitude Of Those Who Are Caged Together.

The Bicycle Is The Most Civilized Conveyance Known To Man.