Every Man In His Lifetime Needs To

Foolish, Whenever You Take The Meanness And Formality Of That Thing You Do, Instead Of Converting It Into The Obedient Spiracle Ofyour Character And Aims.

Beauty Through My Senses Stole; I Yielded Myself To The Perfect Whole.

When A Man Becomes A Conformist, He Is Sacrificing The Richness Of Independent Thinking.

The Things We Now Esteem Fixed Shall, One By One, Detach Themselves, Like Ripe Fruit, From Our Experience, And Fall. The Wind Shall Blow Them None Knows Whither.

Character Is Always Known. Thefts Never Enrich; Alms Never Impoverish; Murder Will Speak Out Of Stone Walls.