It Is Only In Adventure That Some

The Loveliest Creations Of Men Are Persistently Painful. What Would Be The Description Of Happiness? Nothing, Except What Prepares And Then What Destroys It.

'therefore' Is A Word The Poet Must Not Know.

It Is Now, And In This World, That We Must Live.

By The Time A Philospher Answers A Question Weve Usually Forgotten What Was Asked.

An Artist Cannot Get Along Without A Public; And When The Public Is Absent, What Does He Do? He Invents It, And Turning His Back On His Age, He Looks Toward The Future For What The Present Denies.