Sorrow Makes Us Very Good Or Very

A Man Is Not A Wall, Whose Stones Are Crushed Upon The Road; Or A Pipe, Whose Fragments Are Thrown Away At A Street Corner. The Fragments Of An Intellect Are Always Good.

[failure Is Hard Initially Because] One Knows What One Has Lost, But Not What One May Find [and Learn From That Failure]!

No Religion Can Be Built On Force.

Lying, Like License, Has Its Degrees.

You See What Stupid Folk My Publishers Are; But They Are All Alike.