Fear Is The Parent Of

We Read The Past By The Light Of The Present, And The Forms Vary As The Shadows Fall, Or As The Point Of Vision Alters.

The Best That We Can Do For One Another Is To Exchange Our Thoughts Freely; And That, After All, Is About All.

I Cut A Hole In My Heart And Wrote With The Blood.

I Have Nothing But Myself To Write About, No Facts, No Theories, No Opinions, No Adventures, No Sentiments, Nothing But My Own Poor Barren Individualism, Of Considerable Interest To Me, But I Do Not Know Why I Should Presume It Will Be So To You. Egotism Is Not Tiresome, Or It Ought Not To Be, If One Is Sincere About Oneself; But It Is So Hard To Be Sincere. Well, Never Mind, I Mean To Be, And You Know Me Well Enough To See Through Me When I Am Humbugging.

Fear Is The Parent Of Cruelty.