Life Is To Be Lived, Not Controlled.

A Great Licentiousness Treads On The Heels Of A Reformation.

To The Birds And Trees He Talks: Caesar Of His Leafy Rome, There The Poet Is At Home.

Society Everywhere Is In Conspiracy Against The Manhood Of Every One Of Its Members.

Every Man Is As Lazy As He Dares To Be.

Nature Will Not Be Buddhist: She Resents Generalizing, And Insults The Philosopher In Every Moment With A Million Fresh Particulars.