Man Is Not Made To Understand Life,

To Turn Events Into Ideas Is The Function Of Literature.

Since Barbarism Has Its Pleasures It Naturally Has Its Apologists.

The Human Race, In Its Intellectual Life, Is Organized Like The Bees: The Masculine Soul Is A Worker, Sexually Atrophied, And Essentially Dedicated To Impersonal And Universal Arts; The Feminine Is Queen, Infinite Fertile, Omnipresent In Its Brooding Industry, But Passive And Abounding In Intuitions Without Method And Passions Without Justice.

I Leave You But The Sound Of Many A Word In Mocking Echoes Haply Overheard, I Sang To Heaven. My Exile Made Me Free, From World To World, From All Worlds Carried Me.

Tolerated People Are Never Conciliated. They Live On, But The Aroma Of Their Life Is Lost.