The Dreams Of Men, The Seed Of

Of All The Inanimate Objects, Of All Men's Creations, Books Are The Nearest To Us For They Contain Our Very Thoughts, Our Ambitions, Our Indignations, Our Illusions, Our Fidelity To The Truth, And Our Persistent Leanings To Error. But Most Of All They Resemble Us In Their Precious Hold On Life.

There Is Something Haunting In The Light Of The Moon; It Has All The Dispassionateness Of A Disembodied Soul, And Something Of Its Inconceivable Mystery.

You Shall Judge A Man By His Foes As Well As By His Friends.

We Penetrated Deeper And Deeper Into The Heart Of Darkness

Everybody Had To Be Thoroughly Understood Before Being Accepted.