Woman Learns How To Hate In Proportion

Happiness: Being Able To Forget Or, To Express In A More Learned Fashion.

Out Of Damp And Gloomy Days, Out Of Solitude, Out Of Loveless Words Directed At Us, Conclusions Grow Up In Us Like Fungus: One Morning They Are There, We Know Not How, And They Gaze Upon Us, Morose And Gray. Woe To The Thinker Who Is Not The Gardener But Only The Soil Of The Plants That Grow In Him.

Does Wisdom Perhaps Appear On The Earth As A Raven Which Is Inspired By The Smell Of Carrion?

Arrogance On The Part Of The Meritorious Is Even More Offensive To Us Than The Arrogance Of Those Without Merit: For Merit Itself Is Offensive.

I Love Him Who Scattereth Golden Words In Advance Of His Deeds, And Always Doeth More Than He Promiseth: For He Seeketh His Own Down-going.