I'm Not Upset That You Lied To

Lift Up Your Hearts, My Brothers, High, Higher! And Don't Forget About Your Legs Either! Lift Up Your Legs As Well, You Good Dancers, And Better Yet--stand Also On Your Heads!

We Are More Pained When One Of Our Friends Is Guilty Of Something Shameful Than When We Do It Ourselves.

Death. The Certain Prospect Of Death Could Sweeten Every Life With A Precious And Fragrant Drop Of Levity- And Now You Strange Apothecary Souls Have Turned It Into An Ill-tasting Drop Of Poison That Makes The Whole Of Life Repulsive.

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

Has There Ever Been Anything Filthier On Earth Than The Saints In The Wilderness? Around Them Was Not Only The Devil Loose Around Them- But Also The Swine.