I Know At Last What Distinguishes Man

Let Us Seek Truth Everywhere; Let Us Cull It Wherever We Can Find Its Blossom Or Its Seed. Having Found The Seed, Let Us Scatter It To The Winds Of Heaven. Where Ever It May Blow, It Will Germinate. There Is No Lack In This Wide Universe Of Souls That Will Form The New Ground.

The Friend Who Understands You, Creates You.

It Is The Artist's Business To Create Sunshine When The Sun Fails.

All These Young Millionaires Were Anarchists, Of Course: When A Man Possesses Everything It Is The Supreme Luxury For Him To Deny Society: For In That Way He Can Evade His Responsibilities

Everyone, Deep Down Within, Carries A Small Cemetery Of Those He Has Loved.