There Are Things Stronger Than The Strongest

Blessed Be Providence Which Has Given To Each His Toy: The Doll To The Child, The Child To The Woman, The Woman To The Man, The Man To The Devil!

Love, Thine Is The Future. Death, I Use Thee, But I Hate Thee. Citizens, There Shall Be In The Future Neither Darkness Nor Thunderbolts; Neither Ferocious Ignorance Nor Blood For Blood.

Joy's Smile Is Much Closer To Tears Than Laughter.

I Was Always A Lover Of Soft-winged Things.

Algebra Applies To The Clouds.