The Pale Child, Eve, Leading Her Mother,

A Bottomless Pit Of Violence, A Tower Of Babel Where All Are Speakers And No Hearers.

In My Garden I Spend My Days; In My Library I Spend My Nights.

My Friend Is Not Perfect-no More Than I Am-and So We Suit Each Other Admirable.

The Saddest Thing That Befalls A Soul Is When It Loses Faith In God And Woman.

If A Man Is Worth Knowing At All, He Is Worth Knowing Well.