Memory Itself Is An Internal Rumour.

If Artists And Poets Are Unhappy, It Is After All Because Happiness Does Not Interest Them.

Logic, Like Language, Is Partly A Free Construction And Partly A Means Of Symbolizing And Harnessing In Expression The Existing Diversities Of Things; And Whilst Some Languages, Given A Man's Constitution And Habits, May Seem More Beautiful And Convenient To Him Than Others, It Is A Foolish Heat In A Patriot To Insist That Only His Native Language Is Intelligible Or Right.

Oxford, The Paradise Of Dead Philosophies.

The Idea Of Christ Is Much Older Than Christianity.

A Simple Life Is Its Own Reward.