There Never Was A War That Was

Men Are Monopolists Of "stars, Garters, Buttons And Other Shining Baubles"- Unfit To Be The Guardians Of Another Person's Happiness.

The Passion For Setting People Right Is In Itself An Afflictive Disease.

I Believe Verbal Felicity Is The Fruit Of Ardor, Of Diligence, And Of Refusing To Be False.

Dürer Would Have Seen A Reason For Living In A Town Like This.

There Never Was A War That Was Not Inward.