One Can Only Be Silent And Sit

The Sensible Author Writes For No Other Posterity Than His Own--that Is, For His Age--so As To Be Able Even Then To Take Pleasurein Himself.

Time Flies Apace-we Would Fain Believe That Everything Flies Forward With It.

By Losing Your Goal, You Have Lost Your Way.

It Is Regrettable That A Dostoyevsky Did Not Live Near This Most Interesting Of All Decadents (jesus Christ) - I Mean Someone Who Would Have Known How To Sense The Very Stirring Charm Of Such A Mixture Of The Sublime, The Sickly, And The Childlike.

The Noble Man Honours In Himself The Powerful One, Him Also Who Has Power Over Himself, Who Knows How To Speak And How To Keep Silence, Who Takes Pleasure In Subjecting Himself To Severity And Hardness, And Has Reverence For All That Is Severe And Hard.