One Never Perishes Through Anybody But Oneself.

One Who Dresses In Rags That Have Been Washed Clean Dresses Cleanly To Be Sure, But Raggedly Nonetheless.

Undeserved Praise Causes More Pangs Of Conscience Later Than Undeserved Blame, But Probably Only For This Reason, That Our Power Of Judgment Are More Completely Exposed By Being Over Praised Than By Being Unjustly Underestimated.

There Is Nothing That Has Caused Me To Meditate More On Plato's Secrecy And Sphinx-like Nature, Than The Happily Preserved Petit Fait That Under The Pillow Of His Death-bed There Was Found No 'bible,' Nor Anything Egyptian, Pythagorean, Or Platonic - But A Book Of Aristophanes. How Could Even Plato Have Endured Life - A Greek Life Which He Repudiated - Without An Aristophanes!

I Wish To Be At Any Time Hereafter Only A Yea-sayer!

If There Is To Be Art, If There Is To Be Any Aesthetic Doing And Seeing, One Physiological Condition Is Indispensable: Frenzy.