We Are Always Getting Ready To Live

The World Is His Who Can See Through Its Pretension. What Deafness, What Stone-blind Custom, What Overgrown Error You Behold, Is There Only By Sufferance,--by Your Sufferance. See It To Be A Lie, And You Have Already Dealt It Its Mortal Blow.

We Sometimes Meet An Original Gentleman, Who, If Manners Had Not Existed, Would Have Invented Them.

Grow Angry Slowly - There's Plenty Of Time.

Give Me Wine To Wash Me Clean Of The Weather-stains Of Cares

Truth Is Too Simple For Us: We Do Not Like Those Who Unmask Our Illusions.