Truth Has Already Ceased To Be Itself

A Sect Or Party Is An Elegant Incognito Devised To Save A Man From The Vexation Of Thinking.

The Socialism Of Our Day Has Done Good Service In Setting Men To Thinking How Certain Civilizing Benefits, Now Only Enjoyed By Theopulent, Can Be Enjoyed By All.

The Forest Waves, The Morning Breaks, The Pastures Sleep, Ripple The Lakes, Leaves Twinkle, Flowers Like Persons Be And Life Pulsates In Rock Or Tree.

Fashion Which Affects To Be Honor, Is Often, In All Men's Experience, Only A Ballroom-code.

A Man Is A God In Ruins.