Wandering Re-establishes The Original Harmony Which Once

The Duty Of Literature Is To Note What Counts, And To Light Up What Is Suited To The Light. If It Ceases To Choose And To Love, It Becomes Like A Woman Who Gives Herself Without Preference.

In Order That Knowledge Be Properly Digested It Must Have Been Swallowed With A Good Appetite.

For The Majority Of People , Though They Do Not Know What To Do With This Life , Long For Another That Shall Have No End .

Yet, Every Now And Then, There Would Pass A Young Girl, Slender, Fair And Desirable, Arousing In Young Men A Not Ignoble Desire To Possess Her, And Stirring In Old Men Regrets For Ecstasy Not Seized And Now Forever Past.

The Future Is Hidden Even From Those Who Are Forging It.