To Meditate Is To Labour; To Think

Religion, Society, And Nature--these Are The Three Struggles Of Man.

I'm Religiously Opposed To Religion.

How Did It Happen That Their Lips Came Together? How Does It Happen That Birds Sing, That Snow Melts, That The Rose Unfolds, That The Dawn Whitens Behind The Stark Shapes Of Trees On The Quivering Summit Of The Hill? A Kiss, And All Was Said.

Do You Know What Friendship Is... It Is To Be Brother And Sister; Two Souls Which Touch Without Mingling, Two Fingers On One Hand.

Fame Must Have Enemies, As Light Must Have Gnats.