There They Laugh: They Do Not Understand

The Lie Is A Condition Of Life.

Our Shortcomings Are The Eyes With Which We See The Ideal.

A Good Writer Possesses Not Only His Own Spirit But Also The Spirit Of His Friends.

We Deceive Ourselves When Giving Respect To The Person For Whom We Have Surrendered Ourselves, When We Respectively Expect Them To Be As We Would Wish Them To Be.

To Blaspheme The Earth Is Now The Most Dreadful Sin, And To Rate The Heart Of The Unknowable Higher Than The Meaning Of The Earth!