The True Masters Of The Art Of

Believe Me; All Evil Comes From The Old. They Grow Fat On Ideas And Young Men Die Of Them.

Tragedy Is Clean, It Is Restful, It Is Flawless.

A Genius Knows How To Make Himself Easily Understood Without Being Obvious About It.

Life Has A Way Of Setting Things In Order And Leaving Them Be. Very Tidy, Is Life.

Tragedy Is Restful: And The Reason Is That Hope, That Foul, Deceitful Thing, Has No Part In It.