We Only Hear Questions That We Are

The Flame Is Not As Bright To Itself As It Is To Those It Illuminates: So Too The Sage.

If There Is Something To Pardon In Everything, There Is Also Something To Condemn.

Man Must Become Better And More Evil.

Woman Is Essentially Unpeaceful, Like The Cat, However Well She May Have Trained Herself To Present An Appearance Of Peace.

Tragedy Is Dead! Poetry Itself Died With It! Away, Away With You, Puny, Stunted Imitators! Away With You To Hades, And Eat Your Fill Of The Old Masters' Crumbs!