There Are Few Sorrows In Which A

Youth Is The Time For Adventures Of The Body, But Age For The Triumphs Of The Mind.

The Vitality Of A New Movement In Art Must Be Gauged By The Fury It Arouses.

An Echo Of Music, A Face In The Street, The Wafer Of The New Moon, A Wanton Thought - Only In The Iridescence Of Things The Vagabond Soul Is Happy.

Those Who Set Out To Serve Both God And Mammon Soon Discover That There Isn't A God.

The Word Snob Belongs To The Sour-grape Vocabulary.