Our Reason May Prove What It Will:

No Living Creature, Not Even Man, Has Achieved, In The Centre Of His Sphere, What The Bee Has Achieved In Her Own: And Were Some One From Another World To Descend And Ask Of The Earth The Most Perfect Creation Of The Logic Of Life, We Should Needs Have To Offer The Humble Comb Of Honey.

Justice Is The Very Last Thing Of All Wherewith The Universe Concerns Itself. It Is Equilibrium That Absorbs Its Attention.

All Our Knowledge Merely Helps Us To Die A More Painful Death Than Animals That Know Nothing.

We Are Never The Same With Others As When We Are Alone. We Are Different, Even When We Are In The Dark With Them.

Physical Suffering Apart, Not A Single Sorrow Exists That Can Touch Us Except Through Our Thoughts.