To Saints Their Very Slumber

The Fact Is That My Native Land Is A Prey To Barbarism, That In It Men's Only God Is Their Belly, That They Live Only For The Present, And That The Richer A Man Is The Holier He Is Held To Be.

The Enemy Of Reflection Is The Breakneck Pace - The Thousand Pictures.

Love Is Not To Be Purchased, And Affection Has No Price.

Thank God I Am Deemed Worthy To Be Hated By The World.

To Perceive Is To Categorize, To Conceptualize Is To Categorize, To Learn Is To Form Categories, To Make Decisions Is To Categorize.