We Count The Courtesies Accorded Us By

The Vanity Of Others Runs Counter To Our Taste Only When It Runs Counter To Our Vanity.

One Must Separate From Anything That Forces One To Repeat No Again And Again.

Death. The Certain Prospect Of Death Could Sweeten Every Life With A Precious And Fragrant Drop Of Levity- And Now You Strange Apothecary Souls Have Turned It Into An Ill-tasting Drop Of Poison That Makes The Whole Of Life Repulsive.

I See Many Soldiers; Could I But See Many Warriors! "uniform" One Calleth What They Wear; May It Not Be Uniform What They Therewith Hide!

Our Writing Equipment Takes Part In Forming Our Thoughts.