The End-purpose Of All Art Is Enjoyment!

He Who Doesn't Lose His Wits Over Certain Things Has No Wits To Lose.

Who Cannot Resolve Upon A Moment's Notice To Live His Own Life, He Forever Lives A Slave To Others.

The More We See The More We Must Be Able To Imagine, And The More We Imagine, The More We Must Think We See.

As The Stag Which The Huntsman Has Hit Flies Through Bush And Brake, Over Stock And Stone, Thereby Exhausting His Strength But Not Expelling The Deadly Bullet From His Body; So Does Experience Show That They Who Have Troubled Consciences Run From Place To Place, But Carry With Them Wherever They Go Their Dangerous Wounds.

The Most Agreeable Of All Companions Is A Simple, Frank Man, Without Any High Pretensions To An Oppressive Greatness; One Who Loves Life, And Understands The Use Of It; Obliging Alike At All Hours; Above All, Of A Golden Temper And Steadfast As An Anchor. For Such An One We Gladly Exchange The Greatest Genius, The Most Brilliant Wit, The Profoundest Thinker.