A Republic May Be Called The Climate

O Youth! Thou Often Tearest Thy Wings Against The Thorns Of Voluptuousness.

Philosophy Is The Microscope Of Thought.

Here We Stop. Upon The Threshold Of Wedding Nights Stands An Angel Smiling, His Finger On His Lip.

A Phenomenon Often Seen. A Sceptic Adhering To A Believer; That Is As Simple As The Law Of The Complementary Colours. What We Lack Attracts Us. Nobody Loves The Light Like The Blind Man.

In The Domain Of Art There Is No Light Without Heat.