Man Is A Mind Betrayed,

A Painting In A Museum Hears More Ridiculous Opinions Than Anything Else In The World.

History Is A Novel That Has Been Lived, A Novel Is History That Could Have Been.

Today I Begin To Understand What Love Must Be, If It Exists... When We Are Parted, We Each Feel The Lack Of The Other Half Of Ourselves. We Are Incomplete Like A Book In Two Volumes Of Which The First Has Been Lost. That Is What I Imagine Love To Be: Incompleteness In Absence.

People Don't Like The True And Simple; They Like Fairy Tales And Humbug.

Statistics Is The First Of The Inexact Sciences.