I Am Not A Bibliophile But A

Doubt Seems The Only Purity For Those Who Are Too Fervent To Deny, And Too Lucid To Affirm.

All Expression, All Art, Is An Indiscretion We Commit Against Ourselves. This Is Not An 'impoverishment' But An Increase In Wealth, For It Is In This Way That We Make The Short Hours Of Our Lives Live On Beyond Themselves.

We Are Nearly All Composed Of Such A Complex Mixture Of Human Qualities That In Each One Of Us Reside Both Masculine And Feminine Principles: What Man Is Without Any Female Attribute And What Woman Never Demonstrates Any Masculine Characteristics?

If We Keep An Open Mind, Too Much Is Likely To Fall Into It.

A Thought Falls Like A Ripe Fruit From The Tree Of Idleness.