There Is A Rollicking Kindness That Looks

Man Is More Sensitive To The Contempt Of Others Than To Self-contempt.

Whatever We Think About And Question A Lot Becomes Questionable.

Insects Sting, Not From Malice, But Because They Want To Live. It Is The Same With Critics; They Desire Our Blood Not Our Pain.

Anyone Who Has Declared Someone Else To Be An Idiot, A Bad Apple, Is Annoyed When It Turns Out In The End That He Isn't.

The More Abstract The Truth You Wish To Teach, The More Must You Allure The Senses To It.