Fretting At Trouble Only Doubles It.

No Religion Can Be Built On Force.

It Is High Time That We Had Lights That Are Not Incendiary Torches.

The Capacity For Passion Is Both Cruel And Divine.

Gossiping Is The Plague Of Little Towns.

We Must Love Stupid People Better Than Ourselves; Are They Not The Really Unfortunate Ones Of This World? Do Not People Without Taste And Without Ideal Grow Constantly Weary, Rejoicing In Nothing, And Being Quite Useless Here Below?