Man Would Sooner Have The

Instinct. When The House Burns One Forgets Even Lunch. Yes, But One Eats It Later In The Ashes.

The Job Of Rearing A Child Consists Of Making Conscious Activities Unconscious.

No Artist Will Tolerate The World For One Second As It Is.

There Are The Spiritually Consumptive Ones: Hardly Are They Born When They Begin To Die, And Long For Doctrines Of Lassitude And Renunciation.

Every Great Love Brings With It The Cruel Idea Of Killing The Object Of Its Love So That It May Be Removed Once And For All From The Wicked Game Of Change: For Love Dreads Change Even More Than Annihilation.