The Man Loves Danger And Sport. That

Even Great Spirits Have Only Their Five-fingers' Breadth Of Experience - Just Beyond It Their Thinking Ceases And Their Endless Empty Space And Stupidity Begins.

Every Virtue Inclines To Stupidity, Every Stupidity To Virtue; "stupid To The Point Of Sanctity," They Say In Russia, - Let Us Be Careful Lest Out Of Pure Honesty We Eventually Become Saints And Bores!

Love Forgives The Lover Even His Lust.

I Know Of No Better Life Purpose Than To Perish In Attempting The Great And The Impossible.

Every Virtue Has Its Privilege: For Example, That Of Contributing Its Own Little Bundle Of Wood To The Funeral Pyre Of One Condemned.