Women Are Silver Dishes Into Which We

Whatever Is The Lot Of Humankind I Want To Taste Within My Deepest Self. I Want To Seize The Highest And The Lowest, To Load Its Woe And Bliss Upon My Breast, And Thus Expand My Single Self Titanically And In The End Go Down With All The Rest.

When The Boy Begins To Understand That The Visible Point Is Preceded By An Invisible Point, That The Shortest Distance Between Two Points Is Conceived As A Straight Line Before It Is Ever Drawn With Pencil And Paper...the Fountain Of All Thought Has Been Opened To Him...the Philosopher Can Reveal Him Nothing New, As A Geometrician He Has Discovered The Basis Of All Thought.

The Happy Do Not Believe In Miracles.

The Mortal Race Is Far Too Weak Not To Grow Dizzy On Unwonted Brights.

National Literature Does Not Mean Much These Days; Now Is The Age Of World Literature, And Every One Must Contribute To Hasten Thearrival Of That Age.