Every Historian Discloses A New Horizon.

Talent, Will And Genius Are Natural Phenomena Like The Lake, The Volcano, The Mountain, The Wind, The Star, The Cloud.

O Heart! Love Is Thy Bane And Thy Antidote.

The Smoke Of Glory Is Not Worth The Smoke Of A Pipe.

Vanity Is The Quicksand Of Reason.

I Regard As A Mortal Sin Not Only The Lying Of The Senses In Matters Of Love, But Also The Illusion Which The Senses Seek To Create Where Love Is Only Partial. I Say, I Believe, That One Must Love With All Of One's Being, Or Else Live, Come What May, A Life Of Complete Chastity.