... a fellow can't predict what he will pick up in the form of influence.

Excuse me ... but I reject your definitions of me.

I cannot justify.

Reason itself, logic, urged you to kneel and give thanks for every small sign of true kindness.

Let the enemies of life step down.

My face too blind, my mind too limited, my instincts too narrow. But this intensity, doesn't it mean anything?

But people have to be ready to hear, and you have to bide your time.

You could seldom get people to long for what was possible-that was the cruelty of it.

An exchange occurs between man and woman. Love and thought complete each other in the human pair, and something like an exchange of souls takes place, according to the divine plan.

Is our species crazy? Plenty of evidence.