The Past Is Perpetual Youth To The

Sneering Springs Out Of The Wish To Deny; And Wretched Must That State Of Mind Be That Wishes To Take Refuge In Doubt.

Good Taste Is His Religion, His Morality, His Standard, And His Test.

Knowledge Is Much Like Dust - It Sticks To One, One Does Not Know How.

Social Life Is Filled With Doubts And Vain Aspirings; Solitude, When The Imagination Is Dethroned, Is Turned To Weariness And Ennui.

The Fearless Make Their Own Way.