Well, For Us, In History Where Goodness

There Is No Vacuum In The Human Heart. Certain Demolitions Take Place, And It Is Well That They Do, But On Condition That They Are Followed By Reconstructions.

Men Become Accustomed To Poison By Degrees.

Love Resembles A Tree: It Bends Under Its Own Weight, Deeply Rooted In Our Being And Sometimes Turns Green In The Ruins Of A Heart.

Genius: The Superhuman In Man.

I Would Rather Be The Head Of A Fly Than The Tail Of A Lion.