A bottomless pit of violence, a Tower of Babel where all are speakers and no hearers.

If we were to live here always, with no other care than how to feed, clothe, and house ourselves, life would be a very sorry business. It is immeasurably heightened by the solemnity of death.

If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.

A bottomless pit of violence, a Tower of Babel where all are speakers and no hearers.

Happiness never lays its finger on its pulse. If we attempt to steal a glimpse of its features it disappears.

God has thickly strewn infinity with grandeur.

Christmas is the day that holds all time together.