In Measuring A Circle, One Begins Anywhere.

When We Come Upon Assurances That A Mystery Has Been Solved, We Go On Investigating.

It Is Not Possible To Define. Nothing Has Ever Been Finally Found Out. Because There Is Nothing Final To Find Out.

I Believe Nothing Of My Own That I Have Ever Written.

The Ideal State Is Meekness, Or Humility, Or The Semi-invalid State Of The Old. Year After Year I Am Becoming Nobler And Nobler. If I Can Live To Be Decrepit Enough, I Shall Be A Saint.

I Think, Therefore I'm Going To Have Breakfast.