Fear Ringed By Doubt Is My Eternal

No, My Secrets Are Of The Grave And Must Be Kept. And This Is How I Sometimes Think Of Myself, As A Great Explorer Who Has Discovered Some Extraordinary Land From Which He Can Never Return To Give His Knowledge To The World: But The Name Of This Land Is Hell.

I Like Prefaces. I Read Them. Sometimes I Do Not Read Any Further.

How Alike Are The Groans Of Love To Those Of The Dying.

What I Have Absolutely No Sympathy With Is The Legislator, The Man Who Seeks, For His Own Profit, To Exploit The Weaknesses Of Those Who Are Unable To Help Themselves And Then To Fasten Some Moral Superscription Upon It. This I Loathe So Much That I Cannot Conceivably Explain How Much It Is.

For A Time They Confronted Each Other Like Two Mute Unspeaking Forts.