Beauty Is Objectified Pleasure.

Nature In Denying Us Perennial Youth Has At Least Invited Us To Become Unselfish And Noble.

Nothing Is Inherently And Invincibly Young Except Spirit. And Spirit Can Enter A Human Being Perhaps Better In The Quiet Of Old Age And Dwell There More Undisturbed Than In The Turmoil Of Adventure.

The Diseases Which Destroy A Man Are No Less Natural Than The Instincts Which Preserve Him.

The Human Race, In Its Intellectual Life, Is Organized Like The Bees: The Masculine Soul Is A Worker, Sexually Atrophied, And Essentially Dedicated To Impersonal And Universal Arts; The Feminine Is Queen, Infinite Fertile, Omnipresent In Its Brooding Industry, But Passive And Abounding In Intuitions Without Method And Passions Without Justice.

The Unforgivable Sin Is The Refusal To Pardon.