I Would Love To Be Able To

Piety Is The Fermentation Of The Forming Mind And The Putrefaction Of The Disintegrating One.

Captivating The Spirit Of The Age Is A Matter Of Great Talent; Being Swept Away By It Characterizes An Average Mind. The Two Are As Different From One Another As Activity And Passivity.

Just As The Queen Bee, The Highest-ranking, Peerless Creature Of Her Hive, Is Surrounded By Lowly Drones To Please Her, Whereas The Workers Produce Honey, The Same Way Is The One Who Sits On The Throne An Equal Only To Himself, And No One's Companion.

I'd Wish The Government Took Honest People Into Consideration, It Shows Enough Consideration For Scoundrels.

No Matter Which Word It Is, When I Pronounce Repeatedly, It Ends Up Sounding Utterly Ridiculous And Meaningless To Me.