Science Says The First Word On Everything,

My Tastes Are Aristocratic, My Actions Democratic.

He Caught Her, She Fell, He Caught Her In His Arms, He Held Her Tightly Unconscious Of What He Was Doing. He Held Her Up, Though Tottering Himself. He Felt As If His Head Were Filled With Smoke; Flashes Of Light Slipped Through His Eyelids; His Thoughts Vanished; It Seemed To Him That He Was Performing A Religious Act, And That He Was Committing A Profanation. Moreover, He Did Not Feel One Passionate Desire For This Ravishing Woman, Whose Form He Felt Against His Heart. He Was Lost In Love.

Ideas Can No More Flow Backward Than Can A River.

One Resists The Invasion Of Armies; One Does Not Resist The Invasion Of Ideas.

Smallness In A Great Man Seems Smaller By Its Disproportion With All The Rest.