Fate And Temperament Are The Names Of

The Art Of Writing Books Is Not Yet Invented. But It Is At The Point Of Being Invented. Fragments Of This Nature Are Literary Seeds. There May Be Many An Infertile Grain Among Them: Nevertheless, If Only Some Come Up!

There Is But One Temple In The Universe, And That Is The Body Of Man.

I Often Feel, And Ever More Deeply I Realize, That Fate And Character Are The Same Conception.

In A Work Of Art, Chaos Must Shimmer Through The Veil Of Order.

Life Must Not Be A Novel That Is Given To Us, But One That Is Made By Us.