Woman Learns How To Hate In Proportion

The Charm Of The Platonic Mode Of Thought ... Consisted Precisely In The Resistance To The Obvious Evidence Of The Senses.

Give Me Today, For Once, The Worst Throw Of Your Dice, Destiny. Today I Transmute Everything Into Gold.

The Higher You Ascend, The Smaller You Appear To The Eye Of Envy. But Most Of All They Hate Those Who Fly.

From The Sun I Learned This: When He Goes Down, Overrich; He Pours Gold Into The Sea Out Of Inexhaustible Riches, So That Even The Poorest Fisherman Still Rows With Golden Oars. For This I Once Saw And I Did Not Tire Of My Tears As I Watched It.

Every Man Who Has Declared That Some Other Man Is An Ass Or A Scoundrel, Gets Angry When The Other Man Conclusively Shows That The Assertion Was Erroneous.