To Make A Crooked Stick Straight, We

I Must Use These Great Men's Virtues As A Cloak For My Weakness.

Man Is Quite Insane. He Wouldn?t Know How To Create A Maggot, And He Creates Gods By The Dozen.

Love Is Like Playing The Piano. First You Must Learn To Play By The Rules, Then You Must Forget The Rules And Play From Your Heart. If I Were Pressed To Say Why I Loved Him, I Feel That My Only Reply Could Be: Because It Was He, Because It Was I.

Virtue Can Have Naught To Do With Ease. . . . It Craves A Steep And Thorny Path.

Disappointment And Feebleness Imprint Upon Us A Cowardly And Valetudinarian Virtue.