All Of Us, Just Because We Are

Vanity Is A Desire Of Personal Glory, The Wish To Be Appreciated, Honoured, And Run After, Not Because Of One's Personal Qualities, Merits, And Achievements, But Because Of One's Individual Existence. At Best, Therefore, It Is A Frivolous Beauty Whim It Befits.

The Assault Of Our Enemies Is Not Part Of Our Life; It Is Only Part Of Our Experience; We Throw It Off And Guard Ourselves Against It As Against Frost, Storm, Rain, Hail, Or Any Other Of The External Evils Which May Be Expected To Happen.

The Artist Has A Twofold Relation To Nature; He Is At Once Her Master And Her Slave.

Blood Is A Very Special Juice.

What A Man Does Not Understand, He Does Not Possess.