A Rocket Is A Reed That Thinks

I Fear Only That Which I Love, Says Man, According To Montaigne. Woman Replies: I Love Only That Which I Fear.

A Rocket Is A Reed That Thinks Brilliantly.

A Reformer Knows Neither How To Do Nor To Undo.

Try Not To Turn Your Life Into A Race, Least Of All An Obstacle Race.

The Novel Is Born Of Disillusionment; The Poem, Of Despair.