It Is Only A Man's Own Fundamental

There Are Very Few Who Can Think, But Every Man Wants To Have An Opinion; And What Remains But To Take It Ready-made From Others, Instead Of Forming Opinions For Himself?

If I Maintain My Silence About My Secret It Is My Prisoner...if I Let It Slip From My Tongue, I Am Its Prisoner.

Hatred Is An Affair Of The Heart; Contempt That Of The Head.

In Our Monogamous Part Of The World, To Marry Means To Halve One's Rights And Double One's Duties.

The Heavy Armor Becomes The Light Dress Of Childhood; The Pain Is Brief, The Joy Unending.