I Am Really Very, Very Tired Of

The Magnitude Of A Progress Is Gauged By The Greatness Of The Sacrifice That It Requires.

The Higher You Ascend, The Smaller You Appear To The Eye Of Envy. But Most Of All They Hate Those Who Fly.

On Every Parable You Ride To Every Truth.

I Am Afraid That Old Women Are More Skeptical In Their Most Secret Heart Of Hearts Than Any Man: They Believe In The Superficiality Of Existence As In Its Essence, And All Virtue And Profundity Is To Them Merely A Veil Over This "truth," A Most Welcome Veil Over A Pudendum--and So A Matter Of Decency And Modesty, And Nothing Else.

Morality Is The Best Of All Devices For Leading Mankind By The Nose.