Memory... Is An Internal Rumor.

Men Have Feverishly Conceived A Heaven Only To Find It Insipid, And A Hell To Find It Ridiculous.

To Know What People Really Think, Pay Regard To What They Do, Rather Than What They Say.

There Is Nothing Sacred About Convention; There Is Nothing Sacred About Primitive Passions Or Whims; But The Fact That A Convention Exists Indicates That A Way Of Living Has Been Devised Capable Of Maintaining Itself.

Repetition Is The Only Form Of Permanence That Nature Can Achieve.

I Have No Axe To Grind; Only My Thoughts To Burnish.