There Is Nothing The Body Suffers Which

Cynicism Is Intellectual Dandyism.

Prepare, You Lovers, To Know Love A Thing Of Moods: Not Like Hard Life, Of Laws.

Not Till The Fire Is Dying In The Grate, Look We For Any Kinship With The Stars.

Memoirs Are The Backstairs Of History.

But O The Truth, The Truth. The Many Eyes That Look On It The Diverse Things They See.