I Have Forgotten My Umbrella.

The Earth Is Like The Breasts Of A Woman: Useful As Well As Pleasing.

Full Is The Earth Of The Superfluous; Marred Is Life By The Many-too-many. May They Be Decoyed Out Of This Life By The "life Eternal"!

Every Day I Count Wasted In Which There Has Been No Dancing.

We Attack Not Only To Hurt Someone, To Defeat Him, But Perhaps Also Simply To Become Conscious Of Our Own Strength.

We Are, Indeed, Not Among The Least Contented. You, However, If Your Belief Makes You Blessed Then Appear To Be Blessed! Your Faces Have Always Been More Injurious To Your Belief Than Our Objections Have! If These Glad Tidings Of Your Bible Were Written On Your Faces, You Would Not Need To Insist So Obstinately On The Authority Of That Book ... As Things Are, However, All Your Apologies For Christianity Have Their Roots In Your Lack Of Christianity; With Your Defense Plea You Inscribe Your Own Bill Of Indictment.