I’m bored to death. Perhaps I should pillage one of my neighbors for my own amusement. It seems to work for Drowden.

Would you please do me the honor of telling me WHAT THE BLAZES IS GOING ON?

Combine two words, Myth and History. What do you get? Mystery.

I can see lights in the distance trembling in the dark cloak of nightCandles and lanterns are dancing, dancing a waltz on All Souls Night.

After all, science is essentially international, and it is only through lack of the historical sense that national qualities have been attributed to it.

Wasn't it? Is loyalty still a commendable quality when it is misdirected?

Everybody has their burdens, their grief that they carry with them.

The experience of the next life is too far away to really be concerned with. It will be an outgrowth of this incarnation and what happens between birth and death.

Be patient and wait. Your mud will settle. Your water will be clear.

Real excellence and humility are not incompatible one with the other, on the contrary they are twin sisters.

When joy disappears, look for your mistake

I often get too emotionally involved in my cases.