Any Supreme Insight Is A Metaphor.

My Sin Is The Black Spot Which My Bad Act Makes, Seen Against The Disk Of The Sun Of Righteousness. Hence Religion And Sin Come And Go Together.

The Old Echoes Are Long In Dying.

Any Supreme Insight Is A Metaphor.

Character Is, For The Most Part, Simply Habit Become Fixed.

Sympathy Is Two Hearts Tugging At One Load.