A Man Who Is Very Busy Seldom

I Love Him Whose Soul Is So Overfull That He Forgetteth Himself, And All Things Are In Him: Thus All Things Become His Down-going.

Such A Man As Instinctively Feeds On Pure Ambrosia And Leaves Alone The Indigestible In Things.

Look Not Into The Sun! Even The Moon Is Too Bright For Your Nocturnal Eyes!

If We Have Our Own Why Of Life, We Shall Get Along With Almost Any How. Man Does Not Strive For Pleasure; Only The Englishman Does.

Every Profound Spirit Needs A Mask.