Perhaps I Know To What Extent I

Respect Movements, Flee Schools.

Expect Neither Reward Nor Beatitude. Return Noble Waves For Ignoble.

The Actual Tragedies Of Life Bear No Relation To One's Preconceived Ideas. In The Event, One Is Always Bewildered By Their Simplicity, Their Grandeur Of Design, And By That Element Of The Bizarre Which Seems Inherent In Them.

Compromise Yourself. Obscure Your Own Trail.

We Are In A Period Of Such Individualism That One No Longer Speaks Of Disciples; One Speaks Of Thieves.