To What A Degree The Same Past

The Scholar Seeks Truth, The Artist Finds.

It Is Not Becoming To Lay To Virtue The Weariness Of Old Age.

The Nationalist Has A Broad Hatred And A Narrow Love.

The Anxiety We Have For The Figure We Cut, For Our Personage, Is Constantly Cropping Out. We Are Showing Off And Are Often More Concerned With Making A Display Than With Living. Whoever Feels Observed Observes Himself.

Fish Die Belly Upward, And Rise To The Surface. Its Their Way Of Falling.