All But God Is Changing Day By

These Glorious Things-words-are Man's Right Alone...without Words We Should Know No More Of Each Other's Hearts And Thoughts Than The Dog Knows Of His Fellow Dog....for, If You Will Consider, You Always Think To Yourself In Words, Though You Do Not Speak Them Aloud; And Without Them All Our Thoughts Would Be Mere Blind Longings, Feelings Which We Could Not Understand Ourselves.

If I Am Ever Obscure In My Expressions, Do Not Fancy That Therefore I Am Deep. If I Were Really Deep, All The World Would Understand, Though They Might Not Appreciate. The Perfectly Popular Style Is The Perfectly Scientific One. To Me An Obscurity Is A Reason For Suspecting A Fallacy.

Truth, For Its Own Sake, Had Never Been A Virtue With The Roman Clergy.

Be Good, Sweet Maid, And Let Who Will Be Clever.

Love Can Make Us Fiends As Well As Angels.