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... When We Are Misunderstood It Is Always Our Own Fault. What The Reader Wants Most Of All Is To Be Able To Grasp What We Think; But You Loftily Refuse To Comply.

Simplicity Is The Most Difficult Thing To Secure In This World; It Is The Last Limit Of Experience And The Last Effort Of Genius.

To Be Made Evident, Truth Must Be Sought For; For Of Itself It Is Slow To Appear, And Between Ourselves And God The Obstacles Are So Many!

Life Is A Slate Where All Our Sins Are Written; From Time To Time We Rub The Sponge Of Repentance Over It So We Can Begin Sinning Again.

... What Is There Over Which The Incomparable Beauty Of Childhood Would Not Triumph?