We Fly To Beauty As An Asylum

Nature Is A Mutable Cloud Which Is Always And Never The Same.

The Young Men Were Born With Knives In Their Brain, A Tendency To Introversion, Self-dissection, Anatomizing Of Motives.

To Be Gret Is To Be Misunderstood.

Is It Not Better To Intimate Our Astonishment As We Pass Through This World If It Be Only For A Moment Ere We Are Swallowed Up In The Yeast Of The Abyss? I Will Lift Up My Hands And Say Kosmos.

The Great Man, That Is, The Man Most Imbued With The Spirit Of The Time, Is The Impressionable Man.