Is Not Wounded Vanity The Mother Of

Triumph Depends On A Roll Of Fate's Dice; The Ultimate Prize Is A Place In Heaven.

He Who Fights With Monsters Might Take Care Lest He Thereby Become A Monster. Is Not Life A Hundred Times Too Short For Us To Bore Ourselves?

In The End Things Must Be As They Are And Have Always Been--the Great Things Remain For The Great, The Abysses For The Profound, The Delicacies And Thrills For The Refined, And, To Sum Up Shortly, Everything Rare For The Rare.

Existence Begins In Every Instant.

Necessity Is Not A Fact; It's An Interpretation.