Build Therefore Your Own World.

The Soul Knows Only The Soul; The Web Of Events Is The Flowing Robe In Which She Is Clothed.

I Pray My Companion, If He Wishes For Bread, To Ask Me For Bread, And If He Wishes For Sassafras Or Arsenic, To Ask Me For Them, And Not To Hold Out His Plate, As If I Knew Already.

We Resent All Criticism Which Denies Us Anything That Lies In Our Line Of Advance.

What Torments Of Grief You Endured, From Evils That Never Arrived

Literature Is Eavesdropping.