And So, Being In Heaven,

To Love Is The Half Of To Believe.

He Saw Before Him Two Roads, Both Equally Straight ; But He Saw Two; And That Terrified Him — Him, Who Had Never In His Life Known But One Straight Line. And, Bitter Anguish, These Two Roads Were Contradictory.

Do You Hear The People Sing? Singing A Song Of Angry Men

My Tastes Are Aristocratic, My Actions Democratic.

There Are Fathers Who Do Not Love Their Children; There Is No Grandfather Who Does Not Adore His Grandson.