There Never Was A War

Writing Is An Undertaking For The Modest.

Psychology, Which Explains Everything, Explains Nothing, And We Are Still In Doubt.

I Believe Verbal Felicity Is The Fruit Of Ardor, Of Diligence, And Of Refusing To Be False.

When One Is Frank, One's Very Presence Is A Compliment.

The Weak Overcomes Its/ Menace, The Strong Over-/comes Itself.