A Single Soul Is Richer Than All

Pleasure Has No Logic; It Never Treads In Its Own Footsteps.

Death Is The Ugly Fact Which Nature Has To Hide, And She Hides It Well.

The Great Man Is The Man Who Does A Thing For The First Time.

We Have Two Lives; The Soul Of Man Is Like The Rolling World, One Half In Day, The Other Dipt In Night; The One Has Music And The Flying Cloud, The Other, Silence And The Wakeful Stars.

A Single Soul Is Richer Than All The Worlds.