To Be Happy You Must

I Have Imagination, And Nothing That Is Real Is Alien To Me.

Does The Thoughtful Man Suppose That...the Present Experiment In Civilization Is The Last World We Will See?

There Is A Kind Of Courtesy In Skepticism. It Would Be An Offense Against Polite Conventions To Press Our Doubts Too Far.

The Little Word Is Has Its Tragedies: It Marries And Identifies Different Things With The Greatest Innocence; And Yet No Two Are Ever Identical, And If Therein Lies The Charm Of Wedding Them And Calling Them One, Therein Too Lies The Danger.

Sanctity And Genius Are As Rebellious As Vice.