Science Is Unpoetic Only To Minds Jaundiced

Every Great Change Is Simple.

The Age Demanded An Image Of Its Accelerated Grimace, Something For The Modern Stage, Not, At Any Rate, An Attic Grace.

I Would Hold The Rosy, Slender Fingers Of The Dawn For You.

When Two Men In Business Always Agree, One Of Them Is Unnecessary.

The Real Meditation Is ... The Meditation On One's Identity. Ah, Voilà Une Chose!! You Try It. You Try Finding Out Why You're You And Not Somebody Else. And Who In The Blazes Are You Anyhow? Ah, Voilà Une Chose!