Men Do Not So Much Hate An

The World Laughs At Things It Would Really Prefer To Admire, And Like Aesop's Fox It Criticizes Things It Covets.

The Artist's Conception Of His Art Or The Scientist's Of His Science Is Usually As Great As His Conception Of His Own Worth Is Small.

Nature, With Her Customary Beneficence, Has Ordained That Man Shall Not Learn How To Live Until The Reasons For Living Are Stolen From Him, That He Shall Find No Enjoyment Until He Has Become Incapable Of Vivid Pleasure.

Nothing In The World Is So Rare As A Person One Can Always Put Up With.

What Do You Do There, Moon, In The Sky? Tell Me What You Do, Silent Moon. When Evening Comes You Rise And Go Contemplating Wastelands; Then You Set.