The Mind Has No Sex.

The Brain Is A Tool That Gets Rusty Without Constant, Albeit Moderate, Exercise.

Life Is A Succession Of Afflictions For The Heart.

I Was Born To Love - But None Of You Wanted To Believe It, And That Misunderstanding Was Crucial In Forming My Character. It's True That Nature Was Strangely Inconsistent In Giving Me A Warm Heart, But Also A Face That Was Like A Stone Mask And A Tongue That Was Heavy And Slow. She Refused Me What She Bestowed Freely On Even The Most Loutish Of My Fellow Men. . . . People Judged My Inner Character By My Outer Covering, And Like A Sterile Fruit, I Withered Under The Rough Husk I Couldn't Slough Off.

The Whole Secret Of The Study Of Nature Lies In Learning How To Use One's Eyes.

No Religion Can Be Built On Force.