We Are Not Loved By Our Friends

A Writer Is A World Trapped In A Person.

Not Seeing People Allows You To Think Of Them As Perfect In All Kinds Of Ways.

Whenever A Man's Friends Begin To Compliment Him About Looking Young, He May Be Sure That They Think He Is Growing Old.

Every Bird Which Flies Has The Thread Of The Infinite In Its Claw.

We Do Not Comprehend Everything, But We Insult Nothing.