The Goodness Of Your True

A Lie Travels Round The World While Truth Is Putting Her Boots On.

False Hope Is Nicer Than No Hope At All.

Words Have No Power To Impress The Mind Without The Exquisite Horror Of Their Reality.

Either The Memory Of Past Bliss Is The Anguish Of To-day; Or The Agonies Which Are Have Their Origins In Ecstasies Which Might Have Been.

No Thinking Being Lives Who, At Some Luminous Point Of His Life Of Thought, Has Not Felt Himself Lost Amid The Surges Of Futile Efforts At Understanding, Or Believing, That Anything Exists Greater Than His Own Soul.