Patriotism Corrupts History.

He Only Earns His Freedom And His Life Who Takes Them Every Day By Storm.

Over The Trackless Past, Somewhere, Lie The Lost Days Of Our Tropic Youth, Only Regained By Faith And Prayer, Only Recalled By Prayer And Plaint, Each Lost Day Has Its Patron Saint!

Beauty Is At Once The Ultimate Principle And The Highest Aim Of Art.

It Would Not Be Worth Your While To Reach The Age Of Seventy If All The Wisdom Of The World Were To Be Foolishness Before God.

Whatever Is The Lot Of Humankind I Want To Taste Within My Deepest Self. I Want To Seize The Highest And The Lowest, To Load Its Woe And Bliss Upon My Breast, And Thus Expand My Single Self Titanically And In The End Go Down With All The Rest.