I Have No Words Alas! To Tell

Convinced Myself, I Seek Not To Convince.

If The Propositions Of This Discourse Are Tenable, The "state Of Progressive Collapse" Is Precisely That State In Which Alone We Are Warranted In Considering All Things.

Art Is To Look At Not To Criticize.

There Is No Passion In Nature So Demoniacally Impatient, As That Of Him Who, Shuddering Upon The Edge Of A Precipice, Thus Meditates A Plunge.

I Wish I Could Write As Mysterious As A Cat.