Tolerance Is A Proof Of Distrust In

We Are So Fond Of Being Out Among Nature, Because It Has No Opinions About Us.

There Is Always Some Madness In Love. But There Is Also Always Some Reason In Madness.

Death. The Certain Prospect Of Death Could Sweeten Every Life With A Precious And Fragrant Drop Of Levity- And Now You Strange Apothecary Souls Have Turned It Into An Ill-tasting Drop Of Poison That Makes The Whole Of Life Repulsive.

I Love Him Who Wants To Create Over And Beyond Himself And Thus Perishes.

It Is The Music In Our Conscience, The Dance In Our Spirit, To Which Puritan Litanies, Moral Sermons, And Goody Goodness Won’t Chime.