The Real Ornament Of Woman Is Her

Anger Is The Enemy Of Non-violence And Pride Is A Monster That Swallows It Up.

Only Living Things Bring Living Joy To The Soul And Must Elevate It.

As The State Is A Soulless Machine, It Can Never Be Weaned From Violence To Which It Owes Its Very Existence.

Blind Adoration, In The Age Of Action, Is Perfectly Valueless, Is Often Embarrassing And, Equally, Often Painful.

There Is Not A Moment When I Do Not Feel The Presence Of A Witness Whose Eye Misses Nothing And With Whom I Strive To Keep In Tune.