Our Reason Has Driven All Away. Alone

Real Generosity Toward The Future Lies In Giving All To The Present.

I Conceived At Least One Great Love In My Life, Of Which I Was Always The Object.

I Know Myself Too Well To Believe In Pure Virtue.

In Our Wildest Aberrations We Dream Of An Equilibrium We Have Left Behind And Which We Naively Expect To Find At The End Of Our Errors. Childish Presumption Which Justifies The Fact That Child-nations, Inheriting Our Follies, Are Now Directing Our History.

Truth Is Mysterious, Elusive, Always To Be Conquered. Liberty Is Dangerous, As Hard To Live With As It Is Elating. We Must March Toward These Two Goals, Painfully But Resolutely, Certain In Advance Of Our Failings On So Long A Road.