Illusion And Wisdom Combined Are The Charm

Words Become Luminous When The Poet's Finger Has Passed Over Them Its Phosphorescence.

The Aim Of Argument, Or Of Discussion, Should Not Be Victory, But Progress.

Virtue Is The Health Of The Soul. It Gives A Flavor To The Smallest Leaves Of Life.

Imitate Time; It Destroys Everything Slowly; It Undermines, It Wears Away, It Detaches, It Does Not Wrench.

The Soul Paints Itself In Our Machines.