Certainty always produces questions, uncertainty statements. It is a balancing law of nature.

Certainty always produces questions, uncertainty statements. It is a balancing law of nature.

New York is the meeting place of the peoples, the only city where you can hardly find a typical American.

Time is a great conference planning our end, and youth is only the past putting a leg forward.

What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?

To love without criticism is to be betrayed.

And must I, perchance, like careful writers, guard myself against the conclusions of my readers?