Truth Lives, In Fact, For The Most

I Take It That No Man Is Educated Who Has Never Dallied With The Thought Of Suicide.

Marvelous As May Be The Power Of My Dog To Understand My Moods, Deathless As His Affection And Fidelity, His Mental State Is As Unsolved A Mystery To Me As It Was To My Remotest Ancestor.

With Mere Good Intentions Hell Is Proverbially Paved.

To Spend Life For Something Which Outlasts It.

Far From Being Antecedent Principles That Animate The Process, Law, Language, Truth Are But Abstract Names For Its Results.