Language Is A Machine For

Art Is The Final Cunning Of The Human Soul Which Would Rather Do Anything Than Face The Gods.

True Love Gallops, It Flies, It Is The Swiftest Of All Modes Of Thought, Swifter Even Than Hate And Fear.

Those Who Hope, By Retiring From The World, To Earn A Holiday From Human Frailty, In Themselves And Others, Are Usually Disappointed.

Freedom May Be A Value In Politics, But It Is Not A Value In Morals.

The Very Madness Of The Scheme Protects It.