My Dreams Are All Follies.

Reading, Not Just An Escape, But An Exercise In Living.

I Am The Skeptic Of Skeptics.

I Will Ge Glad To Have Done With This Life Forever.

Saints Rarely Have Friends; They Are Usually Hated And Derided, For They Love And Love Is Always Rejected By Hard-hearted Men....saints Do Not Advertise Themselves; Good Men Do Not Seek Out A Name In The World....the Saints Did What They Did Almost In Stealth, Asking Nothing Except That Men Love God.

We Are Not Old Unless We Desire To Be.