Books Are For Nothing But To Inspire

Fate Is Nothing But The Deeds Committed In A Prior State Of Existence.

All The World Loves A Lover.

When We Have Broken Our God Of Tradition, And Ceased From Our God Of Rhetoric, Then May God Fire The Heart With His Presence.

Time Is Indeed The Theater And Seat Of Illusions; Nothing Is So Ductile And Elastic. The Mind Stretches An Hour To A Century, And Dwarfs An Age To An Hour.

The Wave Of Evil Washes All Our Institutions Alike.