Character Is Determined More By The Lack

I Love Him Whose Soul Is Lavish, Who Wanteth No Thanks And Doth Not Give Back: For He Always Bestoweth, And Desireth Not To Keep For Himself.

The Degree And Kind Of A Man's Sexuality Reach Up Into The Ultimate Pinnacle Of His Spirit.

All Human Life Is Sunk Deep In Untruth; The Individual Cannot Pull It Out Of This Well Without Growing Profoundly Annoyed With His Entire Past, Without Finding His Present Motives (like Honor) Senseless, And Without Opposing Scorn And Disdain To The Passions That Urge One On To The Future And To The Happiness In It.

In Affability There Is No Hatred Of Men, But For That Very Reason There Is All Too Much Contempt For Men.

A Few Hours Of Mountain Climbing Make A Blackguard And A Saint Two Rather Similar Creatures.