Too Great A Sense Of Identity Makes

No Man Needs Curing Of His Individual Sickness; His Universal Malady Is What He Should Look To.

The Priceless Galaxy Of Misinformation Called The Mind.

The Heart Of The Jealous Knows The Best And Most Satisfying Love, That Of The Other's Bed, Where The Rival Perfects The Lover's Imperfections.

To Love Without Criticism Is To Be Betrayed.

One Must Not Look Inward Too Much, While The Inside Is Yet Tender. I Do Not Wish To Frighten Myself Until I Can Stand It.