Familiarity Is A Magician That Is Cruel

Belief Of Some Sort Is The Lifeblood Of Art.

In A Few Generations More, There Will Probably Be No Room At All Allowed For Animals On The Earth: No Need Of Them, No Toleration Of Them. An Immense Agony Will Have Then Ceased, But With It There Will Also Have Passed Away The Last Smile Of The World's Youth.

Fame! It Is The Flower Of A Day, That Dies When The Next Sun Rises.

Love Is Cruel As The Grave.

In Its Permission To Man To Render Subject To Him All Other Living Creatures Of The Earth, It Continued The Cruelty Of The Barbarian And The Pagan, And Endowed These With What Appeared A Divine Authority.