The Vulgarity Of Inanimate Things Requires Time

To Each Is Given A Certain Inward Talent, A Certain Outward Environment Or Fortune; To Each By Wisest Combination Of These Two, A Certain Maximum Capacity.

All Evil Is Like A Nightmare; The Instant You Stir Under It, The Evil Is Gone.

If I Had My Way, The World Would Hear A Pretty Stern Command - Exit Christ.

Every Noble Crown Is, And On Earth Will Forever Be, A Crown Of Thorns.

Thought Once Awakened Does Not Again Slumber; Unfolds Itself Into A System Of Thought; Grows, In Man After Man, Generation After Generation, - Till Its Full Stature Is Reached, And Such System Of Thought Can Grow No Farther, But Must Give Place To Another.