O God, How Lovely Still Is Life!

The Reason For You Complaint Lies, It Seems To Me, In The Constraint Which Your Intellect Imposes Upon Your Imagination. Here I Will Make An Observation, And Illustrate It By An Allegory. Apparently, It Is Not Good-and Indeed It Hinders The Creative Work Of The Mind-if The If The Intellect Examines Too Closely The Ideas Pouring In, As It Were, At The Gates.

Deaf Rage That Hears No Leader.

Aesthetic Matters Are Fundamental For The Harmonious Development Of Both Society And The Individual.

Whoever Fails To Turn Aside The Ills Of Life By Prudent Forethought, Must Submit To Fulfill The Course Of Destiny.

Strange Customs Do Not Thrive In Foreign Soil.