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Thought Is The Work Of The Intellect, Reverie Is Its Self-indulgence. To Substitute Day-dreaming For Thought Is To Confuse A Poison With A Source Of Nourishment.

A Faith Is A Necessity To A Man. Woe To Him Who Believes In Nothing.

A Wretched Woman Is More Unfortunate Than A Wretched Man.

What A Gloomy Thing, Not To Know The Address Of One's Soul.

We Say And Exclaim Within Ourselves Without Breaking Silence, In A Tumult Where Everything Speaks Except Our Mouths. The Realities Of The Soul Are None The Less Real For Being Invisible And Impalpable.