To Be Sure, Theory Is Useful. But

The Itch Is A Mean, Unconfessable, Ridiculous Malady; One Can Pity Someone Who Is Suffering ; Someone Who Wants To Scratch Himself Makes One Laugh.

The Most Beautiful Things Are Those That Madness Prompts And Reason Writes.

Great Minds Tend Toward Banality. It Is The Noblest Effort Of Individualism. But It Implies A Sort Of Modesty, Which Is So Rare That It Is Scarcely Found Except In The Greatest, Or In Beggars.

The Sole Art That Suits Me Is That Which, Rising From Unrest, Tends Toward Serenity.

The True Hypocrite Is The One Who Ceases To Perceive His Deception, The One Who Lies With Sincerity.