Love Is Perhaps No More Than Gratitude

How Natural It Is To Destroy What We Cannot Possess, To Deny What We Do Not Understand, And To Insult What We Envy!

Religious Ecstasy Is A Madness Of Thought Freed Of Its Bodily Bonds, Whereas In The Ecstasy Of Love, The Forces Of Twin Natures Unite, Blend And Embrace One Another.

Hatred Is The Vice Of Narrow Souls; They Feed It With All Their Littleness, And Make It The Pretext Of Base Tyrannies.

With Monuments As With Men, Position Means Everything.

An Unfulfilled Vocation Drains The Color From A Man's Entire Existence.