Poetry Heals The Wounds Inflicted By Reason.

We Are More Closely Connected To The Invisible Than To The Visible.

Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be Thought; Many More, To Be Spoken.

Friendship, Love, And Piety Ought To Be Handled With A Sort Of Mysterious Secrecy; They Ought To Be Spoken Of Only In The Rare Moments Of Perfect Confidence, To Be Mutually Understood In Silence. Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be Thought; Many More, To Be Spoken.

Only The Most Perfect Human Being Can Design The Most Perfect Philosophy.

Humanity Is A Comic Role.