That Which Is So Universal As Death

The Happy Man Does Not Notice The Flight Of Time.

Nothing, It Is True, Is More Common Than For Both Science And Art To Pay Homage To The Spirit Of The Age, And For Creative Taste To Accept The Law Of Critical Taste.

Measure Not By The Scale Of Perfection The Meager Product Of Reality.

In The Society, Where People Are Just Parts In A Larger Machine, Individuals Are Unable To Develop Fully.

Man, One May Say, Was Never In Such A Completely Animal Condition; But He Has, On The Other Hand, Never Escaped From It.