Silence Is The Only Voice Of Our

Lo! Ye Believers In Gods All Goodness, And In Man All Ill, Lo You! See The Omniscient Gods Oblivious Of Suffering Man; And Man, Though Idiotic, And Knowing Not What He Does, Yet Full Of The Sweet Things Of Love And Gratitude.

It Is Impossible To Talk Or To Write Without Apparently Throwing Oneself Helplessly Open.

Amity Itself Can Only Be Maintained By Reciprocal Respect, And True Friends Are Punctilious Equals.

A Man Can Be Honest In Any Sort Of Skin.

Our Souls Belong To Our Bodies, Not Our Bodies To Our Souls.