But When One Has Ceased To Have

Our Live Experiences, Fixed In Aphorisms, Stiffen Into Cold Epigrams. Our Heart's Blood, As We Write It, Turns To Mere Dull Ink.

Few People Would Not Be The Worse For Complete Sincerity.

One Said Of Suicide, As Long As One Has Brains One Should Not Blow Them Out. And Another Answered, But When One Has Ceased To Have Them, Too Often One Cannot.

Reason Teaches Us That What Is Good Is Good For Something, And That What Is Good For Nothing Is Not Good At All.

Eclecticism. Every Truth Is So True That Any Truth Must Be False.