It Is Not Things, But

The Better The State Is Established, The Fainter Is Humanity. To Make The Individual Uncomfortable, That Is My Task.

Our Writing Equipment Takes Part In Forming Our Thoughts.

Wit Is The Epitaph Of An Emotion.

People Who Have Given Us Their Complete Confidence Believe That They Have A Right To Ours. The Inference Is False, A Gift Confers No Rights.

I Fly In Dreams, I Know It Is My Privilege, I Do Not Recall A Single Situation In Dreams When I Was Unable To Fly. To Execute Every Sort Of Curve And Angle With A Light Impulse, A Flying Mathematics - That Is So Distinct A Happiness That It Has Permanently Suffused My Basic Sense Of Happiness.