Hatred Is Partial, But Love Is Still

Generally Speaking, An Author's Style Is A Faithful Copy Of His Mind. If You Would Write A Lucid Style, Let There First Be Light In Your Own Mind; And If You Would Write A Grand Style, You Ought To Have A Grand Character.

When I Make A Mistake Everyone Can See It, But Not When I Lie.

To Act Is Easy; To Think Is Hard.

Thus I Reel From Desire To Fulfillment And In Fulfillment Languish For Desire.

The Web Of This World Is Woven Of Necessity And Chance. Woe To Him Who Has Accustomed Himself From His Youth Up To Find Something Necessary In What Is Capricious, And Who Would Ascribe Something Like Reason To Chance And Make A Religion Of Surrendering To It.