This Then Is The Age Of Reason.

I Do Not Understand! I Understand Nothing! I Cannot Understand Nor Do I Want To Understand! I Want To Believe! To Believe!

There Is No Love Apart From The Deeds Of Love; No Potentiality Of Love Other Than That Which Is Manifested In Loving.

We Cannot Withdraw Our Cards From The Game. Were We As Silent And Mute As Stones, Our Very Passivity Would Be An Act.

There May Be More Beautiful Times, But This One Is Ours.

It Was Odd, He Thought, That A Man Could Hate Himself As Though He Were Someone Else.