To Mourn Was Distressing, But To Endeavor

Women Are One Of The Almighty's Enigmas To Prove To Men That He Knows More Than They Do.

What Was Time Itself But The Bloom, The Sheath Enfolding Experience? Within Time, And With Time Alone, There Was Life - The Gleam, The Quiver, The Heartbeat, The Immeasurable Joy And Anguish Of Being.

O God, Let Me Write Books! Please, God, Let Me Write Books!

What I Hated Even More Than The Conflict Was The Lurid Spectacle Of A World Of Unreason.

Like All Born Politicians, Their Eye Was For The Main Chance Rather Than For The Argument, And They Found It Easier To Forswear A Conviction Than To Forego A Comfort.