Who Ever Has No Fixed Opinions Has

Sexes. One Has The Look Of A Wound, The Other Of Something Skinned.

Science Confounds Everything; It Gives To The Flowers An Animal Appetite, And Takes Away From Even The Plants Their Chastity.

The Early And The Latter Part Of Human Life Are The Best, Or, At Least, The Most Worthy Of Respect; The One As The Age Of Innocence, The Other Of Reason.

Without The Spiritual World The Material World Is A Disheartening Enigma.

The Dregs May Stir Themselves As They Please; They Fall Back To The Bottom By Their Own Coarseness.