Fate Weaves The Darkness, Which Is Perhaps

A Quiet City Is A Contradiction In Terms. It Is A Thing Uncanny, Spectral.

Men Of Genius Are Not Quick Judges Of Character. Deep Thinking And High Imagining Blunt That Trivial Instinct By Which You And I Size People Up.

To Give And Then Not Feel That One Has Given Is The Very Best Of All Ways Of Giving.

The Socratic Manner Is Not A Game At Which Two Can Play.

Sometimes I Feel That I Am A Natural Born Genius In A Field Of Human Endeavor That Hasn't Been Invented Yet