We Ought To Face Our Destiny With

O Voltaire! O Humanity! O Idiocy! There Is Something Ticklish In "the Truth," And In The Search For The Truth; And If Man Goes About It Too Humanely-"il Ne Cherche Le Vrai Que Pour Faire Le Bien"-i Wager He Finds Nothing!

The Grand Style Follows Suit With All Great Passion. It Disdains To Please, It Forgets To Persuade. It Commands. It Wills.

Human Existence Basically Is──a Never To Be Completed Imperfect Tense.

This Crown To Crown The Laughing Man, This Rose-wreath Crown: I Myself Have Set This Crown Upon My Head, I Myself Have Pronounced My Laughter Holy.

Everyone Carries Within Himself An Image Of Womanliness Derived From His Mother: It Is This That Determines Whether, On The Whole,he Will Revere Women, Or Despise Them, Or Remain Generally Indifferent To Them.