What Is Done Out Of Love Always

'he Who Seeks May Easily Get Lost Himself. It Is A Crime To Go Apart And Be Alone.' Thus Speaks The Herd.

We Believe That We Know Something About The Things Themselves When We Speak Of Trees, Colors, Snow, And Flowers; And Yet We Possess Nothing But Metaphors For Things - Metaphors Which Correspond In No Way To The Original Entities.

The Same Passions In Man And Woman Nonetheless Differ In Tempo; Hence Man And Woman Do Not Cease Misunderstanding One Another.

Every Virtue Inclines To Stupidity, Every Stupidity To Virtue; "stupid To The Point Of Sanctity," They Say In Russia, - Let Us Be Careful Lest Out Of Pure Honesty We Eventually Become Saints And Bores!

That Is An Artist As I Would Have An Artist Be, Modest In His Needs: He Really Wants Only Two Things, His Bread And His Art--panemet Circen.