Wood Burns Because It Has The Proper

We Do Not Have To Visit A Madhouse To Find Disordered Minds; Our Planet Is The Mental Institution Of The Universe.

I Nothing Had, And Yet Enough For Youth--joy In Illusion, Ardent Thirst For Truth. Give Unrestrained, The Old Emotion, The Bliss That Touched The Verge Of Pain, The Strength Of Hate, Love's Deep Devotion,--o, Give Me Back My Youth Again!

Once You Have Missed The First Buttonhole, You'll Never Manage To Button Up.

Few Are Open To Conviction, But The Majority Of Men Are Open To Persuasion

What I Possess I Would Gladly Retain. Change Amuses The Mind, Yet Scarcely Profits.