If A Temple Is To Be Erected,

Insects Sting, Not From Malice, But Because They Want To Live. It Is The Same With Critics; They Desire Our Blood Not Our Pain.

One Who Is Always Deeply Involved In What He Is Doing Is Above All Embarrassment.

The Good Displeases Us When We Are Not Up To It.

Poets And Writers Who Are In Love With The Superlative All Want To Do More Than They Can.

Our Body Is Simply A Social Structure Made Of Many Souls.