Pity The Mother Who Assumes The Name

Man Is A Living Lie--a Bitter Jest Upon Himself--a Conscious Grain Of Sand Lost In A Desert Of Unconsciousness.

The Passions Refuse To Be Organized On A Basis Of Their Own; Hostile To Personal Freedom And One Another, They Rush Precipitately Into Anarchy And Mob Rule.

Friendship Is A Plant That Loves The Sun, Thrives Ill Under Clouds.

Every Dogma Embodies Some Shade Of Truth To Give It Seeming Currency.

Your Real Influence Is Measured By Your Treatment Of Yourself.