He Who Is Not A Bird Should

I Could Only Believe In A God Who Could Dance... And Now A God Dances Through Me.

Books For General Reading Always Smell Bad; The Odor Of Common People Hangs Around Them.

Two Great European Narcotics, Alcohol And Christianity.

My Humanity Is A Constant Self-overcoming.

The Trodden Worm Curls Up. This Testifies To Its Caution. It Thus Reduces Its Chances Of Being Trodden Upon Again. In The Language Of Morality: Humility.