If There Is Something To Pardon In

The Surest Sign That Two People No Longer Speak The Same Language Is That Both Say Ironic Things To One Another But That Neither Senses The Irony.

Of All That Is Written, I Love Only What A Person Hath Written With His Blood.

It Is Only Great Pain--that Slow, Sustained Pain That Takes Its Time, In Which We Are, As It Were, Burned With Smoldering Green Firewood--that Forces Us Philosophers To Sink To Our Ultimate Profundity And To Do Away With All The Trust, Everything Good-natured, Veil-imposing, Mild And Middling, On Which We May Have Previously Based Our Humanity. I Doubt That Such A Pain Makes Us 'better'--but I Know That It Makes Us Deeper.

Society Tames The Wolf Into A Dog. And Man Is The Most Domesticated Animal Of All.

You Tell Me: 'life Is Hard To Bear.' But If It Were Otherwise Why Should Ou Have Your Pride In The Morning Nad Your Resignation In The Evening?