The Real Use Of Gunpowder

Who Is It That Loves Me And Will Love Me Forever With An Affection Which No Chance, No Misery, No Crime Of Mine Can Do Away? It Is You, My Mother.

I Grow Daily To Honor Facts More And More, And Theory Less And Less.

Speech Is Great, But Silence Is Greater.

The Ideal Is In Thyself, The Impediments Too Is In Thyself.

Sarcasm I Now See To Be, In General, The Language Of The Devil; For Which Reason I Have Long Since As Good As Renounced It.