The Person Who Writes For Fools Is

The Common Man Is Not Concerned About The Passage Of Time, The Man Of Talent Is Driven By It.

The Man Never Feels The Want Of What It Never Occurs To Him To Ask For.

Marrying Means Doing Whatever Possible To Become Repulsed Of Each Other

The Actual Life Of A Thought Lasts Only Until It Reaches The Point Of Speech...as Soon As Our Thinking Has Found Words It Ceases To Be Sincere...when It Begins To Exist In Others It Ceases To Live In Us, Just As The Child Severs Itself From Its Mother When It Enters Into Its Own Existence.

The Mother Of Useful Arts Is Necessity; That Of The Fine Arts Is Luxury. For Father The Former Has Intellect; The Latter Genius, Which Itself Is A Kind Of Luxury.