Whatever Is Not Forbidden Is Permitted.

Disappointments Are To The Soul What A Thunderstorm Is To The Air.

I Speak With The Eternal Through The Instrument Of Nature, Through The World's History: I Read The Soul Of The Artist In His Apollo.

Weep, For The Light Is Dead.

Men Show No Mercy And Expect No Mercy, When Honor Calls, Or When They Fight For Their Idols Or Their Gods.

The Victor Is Often Vanquished By His Own Success.