The World Is Indeed Comic, But The

Do Not Call Up Any That You Can Not Put Down.

I Have Looked Upon All The Universe Has To Hold Of Horror,and Even The Skies Of Spring And Flowers Of Summer Must Ever Afterward Be Poison To Me.

The Process Of Delving Into The Black Abyss Is To Me The Keenest Form Of Fascination.

An Isolated Person Requires Correspondence As A Means Of Seeing His Ideas As Others See Them, And Thus Guarding Against The Dogmatisms And Extravagances Of Solitary And Uncorrected Speculation. No Man Can Learn To Reason And Appraise From A Mere Perusal Of The Writing Of Others. If He Live Not In The World, Where He Can Observe The Public At First Hand And Be Directed Toward Solid Reality By The Force Of Conversation And Spoken Debate, Then He Must Sharpen His Discrimination And Regulate His Perceptive Balance By An Equivalent Exchange Of Ideas In Epistolary Form.

Sometimes One Feels That It Would Be Merciful To Tear Down These Houses, For They Must Often Dream.