It Is The Province Of Knowledge To

Love Is The Master-key That Opens The Gates Of Happiness, Of Hatred, Of Jealousy, And, Most Easily Of All, The Gate Of Fear.

You May Have Genius. The Contrary Is, Of Course, Probable.

Truth, When Not Sought After, Rarely Comes To Light.

Death Tugs At My Ear And Says, 'live. I Am Coming.

Don't You Stay At Home Of Evenings? Don't You Love A Cushioned Seat In A Corner, By The Fireside, With Your Slippers On Your Feet?