There Is No Knife That Cuts So

Histories In Blazonry And Poems In Stone.

What Is Failure Except Feebleness? And What Is It To Miss One's Mark Except To Aim Widely And Weakly?

In A Few Generations More, There Will Probably Be No Room At All Allowed For Animals On The Earth: No Need Of Them, No Toleration Of Them. An Immense Agony Will Have Then Ceased, But With It There Will Also Have Passed Away The Last Smile Of The World's Youth.

It Needs A Great Nature To Bear The Weight Of A Great Gratitude.

Woman Already Controls By Not Seeming To Do So. Talk No More Of Her Rights.