The Soul Is The Voice Of The

If All Art Aspires To The Condition Of Music, All The Sciences Aspire To The Condition Of Mathematics.

There Is No Cure For Birth And Death Save To Enjoy The Interval. The Dark Background Which Death Supplies Brings Out The Tender Colours Of Life In All Their Purity.

To Be Happy You Must Have Taken The Measure Of Your Powers, Tasted The Fruits Of Your Passion, And Learned Your Place In The World.

Well-bred Instinct Meets Reason Halfway

Life Is Judged With All The Blindness Of Life Itself.