The Mind Has No Sex.

One Never Knows How Much A Family May Grow; And When A Hive Is Too Full, And It Is Necessary To Form A New Swarm, Each One Thinks Of Carrying Away His Own Honey.

Heavens! Whatever Possesses Us, Here Below, That We Mutually Torment Ourselves, Sourly Reproach Our Mutual Faults, And Mercilessly Condemn All That Is Not Cut According To Our Pattern?

You May Impose Silence Upon Me, But You Can Not Prevent Me From Thinking.

Love Without Reverence And Enthusiasm Is Only Friendship.

Writing A Journal Means That Facing Your Ocean You Are Afraid To Swim Across It, So You Attempt To Drink It Drop By Drop.