Nothing Is Secure But Life, Transition, The

The Stars Awaken A Certain Reverence, Because Though Always Present, They Are Inaccessible.

Democracy Becomes A Government Of Bullies Tempered By Editors.

The Line Of Beauty Is The Line Of Perfect Economy.

Crime And Punishment Grow Out Of One Stem. Punishment Is A Fruit That Unsuspected Ripens Within The Flower Of The Pleasure Which Concealed It.

The Same, The Same: Friend And Foe Are Of One Stuff; The Ploughman, The Plough, And The Furrow, Are Of One Stuff; And The Stuff Is Such, And So Much, That The Variations Of Form Are Unimportant.