Blood Is A Destiny. One's Genius Descends

Through Our Great Good Fortune, In Our Youth Our Hearts Were Touched With Fire. It Was Given To Us To Learn At The Outset That Life Is A Profound And Passionate Thing.

Nothing Can Be So Perfect While We Possess It As It Will Seem When Remembered.

Apologizing - A Very Desperate Habit - One That Is Rarely Cured. Apology Is Only Egotism Wrong Side Out.

It Is Perfectly Easy To Be Original By Violating The Laws Of Decency And The Canons Of Good Taste.

I Think It Not Improbable That Man, Like The Grub That Prepares A Chamber For The Winged Thing It Never Has Seen But Is To Be - That Man May Have Cosmic Destinies That He Does Not Understand.