Everything Is The Same, Nothing

Every Philosophy Is The Philosophy Of Some Stage Of Life.

Joy Wants The Eternity Of All Things, Wants Deep, Wants Deep Eternity.

In His Lonely Solitude, The Solitary Man Feeds Upon Himself; In The Thronging Multitude, The Many Feed Upon Him. Now Choose.

Science Offends The Modesty Of All Real Women. It Makes Them Feel As Though It Were An Attempt To Peek Under Their Skin--or, Worseyet, Under Their Dress And Ornamentation!

What Do We Have In Common With The Rosebud, Which Trembles Because A Drop Of Dew Lies On Its Body?