One Can Only Define The Unknown By

To Be Rich Is To Give; To Give Nothing Is To Be Poor; To Live Is To Love; To Love Nothing Is To Be Dead; To Be Happy Is To Devote Oneself; To Exist Only For Oneself Is To Damn Oneself, And To Exile Oneself To Hell.

Order Is Never Observed; It Is Disorder Which Attracts Attention Because It Is Awkward And Intrusive.

Passing Beauties Are Only The Fugitive Reflections Of The Eternal. All Beauty Alters And All Life Melts Away; In Short, Everything Passes With Marvelous Rapidity; Beautiful Helen Of Troy Has Become A Toothless Skull, Then A Handful Of Dust, Then Nothing.

To Practice Magic Is To Be A Quack; To Know Magic Is To Be A Sage.

Up To One's Last Breath, One May Retain The Simple Joys Of Childhood, The Poetic Ecstasies Of The Young Person, The Enthusiasms Of Maturity. Right To The End, One May Intoxicate One's Spirit With Flowers, With Beauty And With Smiles.