We Are All Under Sentence Of Death,

A Library Implies An Act Of Faith Which Generations, Still In Darkness Hid, Sign In Their Night In Witness Of The Dawn.

A Saint Addicted To Excessive Self-abnegation Is A Dangerous Associate; He May Infect You With Poverty, And A Stiffening Of Those Joints Which Are Needed For Advancement-in A Word, With More Renunciation Than You Care For-and So You Flee The Contagion.

What A Gloomy Thing, Not To Know The Address Of One's Soul.

In My Old Age There Is A Coming Into Flower. My Body Wanes; My Mind Waxes.

I Love All Men Who Think, Even Those Who Think Otherwise Than Myself.