Truth Exists For The Wise, Beauty For

Utility Is The Great Idol Of The Age, To Which All Powers Must Do Service And All Talents Swear Allegiance. In This Great Balance Of Utility, The Spiritual Service Of Art Has No Weight, And, Deprived Of All Encouragement, It Vanishes From The Noisy Vanity Fair Of Our Time.

Sorrows Must Die With The Joys They Outnumber.

It Would Be Necessary That They Should Be Already Sages To Love Wisdom...

Lose Not Yourself In A Far Off Time, Seize The Moment That Is Thine.

Nothing Leads To Good That Is Not Natural.