Genius ... Is Necessarily Intolerant Of Fetters.

Men Can Do Nothing Without The Make-believe Of A Beginning.

Let Thy Chief Terror Be Of Thine Own Soul: There, 'mid The Throng Of Hurrying Desires That Trample O'er The Dead To Seize Their Spoil, Lurks Vengeance, Footless, Irresistible As Exhaltations Laden With Slow Death, And O'er The Fairest Troop Of Captured Joys Breathes Pallid Pestilence.

The Difficult Task Of Knowing Another Soul Is Not For Young Gentlemen Whose Consciousness Is Chiefly Made Up Of Their Own Wishes.

... It Is Seldom A Medical Man Has True Religious Views--there Is Too Much Pride Of Intellect.

I'm Not Denyin' The Women Are Foolish. God Almighty Made 'em To Match The Men.