... We Do Not Admire What We

Honesty - However Dangerous - Should Be As Valuable As Radium It Seems To Me.

There Is No Pleasure Subtler Than The Sensation Of Being A Good Workman; And In Work There Is The Sense Of Consanguinity-unconscious As A Rule But Sometimes Conscious.

One Must Be As Clear As One's Natural Reticence Allows One To Be.

We Are What We Were At Birth, And Each Trait Has Remained In Conformity With Earth's And With Heaven's Logic: Be The Devil's Tool, Resort To Black Magic, None Can Diverge From The Ends Which Heaven Foreordained.

Truly As The Sun Can Rot Or Mend, Love Can Make One Bestial Or Make A Beast A Man.