O Let Me Be Awake, My God!

No Man Was Ever Yet A Great Poet, Without Being At The Same Time A Profound Philosopher. For Poetry Is The Blossom And The Fragrance Of All Human Knowledge, Human Thoughts, Human Passions, Emotions, Language.

How Did The Atheist Get His Idea Of That God Whom He Denies?

No Mind Is Thoroughly Well Organized That Is Deficient In A Sense Of Humor.

When A Man Mistakes His Thoughts For Persons And Things, He Is Mad.

There Are Three Classes Into Which All The Women Past Seventy That Ever I Knew Were To Be Divided: 1. That Dear Old Soul; 2. That Old Woman; 3. That Old Witch.