I Have Known No Man Of Genius

Men Prominent In Life Are Mostly Hard To Converse With. They Lack Small-talk, And At The Same Time One Doesn't Like To Confront Them With Their Own Great Themes.

For A Young Man, Sleep Is A Sure Solvent Of Distress. There Whirls Not For Him In The Night Any So Hideous Phantasmagoria As Will Not Become, In The Clarity Of The Next Morning, A Spruce Procession For Him To Lead. Brief The Vague Horror Of His Awakening; Memory Sweeps Back To Him, And He Sees Nothing Dreadful After All. "why Not?" Is The Sun's Bright Message To Him, And "why Not Indeed?" His Answer.

The Past Is A Work Of Art, Free Of Irrelevancies And Loose Ends.

Of All The Objects Of Hatred, A Woman Once Loved Is The Most Hateful.

Admiration Involves A Glorious Obliquity Of Vision.