The Only Substance Properly So Called Is

Without Passion Man Is A Mere Latent Force And Possibility, Like The Flint Which Awaits The Shock Of The Iron Before It Can Give Forth Its Spark.

Life Is An Apprenticeship To The Constant Renunciations, To The Steady Failure Of Our Claims, Our Hopes, Our Powers, Our Liberty.

The Great Artist And Thinker Are The Simplifiers.

Analysis Kills Spontaneity. The Grain Once Ground Into Flour Springs And Germinates No More.

Oh Be Swift To Live, Make Haste To Be Kind.