Well-bred Instinct Meets Reason Halfway

The World Is Not Respectable; It Is Mortal, Tormented, Confused, Deluded Forever; But It Is Shot Through With Beauty, With Love, With Glints Of Courage And Laughter; And In These, The Spirit Blooms Timidly, And Struggles To The Light Amid The Thorns.

Intelligence Is Quickness In Seeing Things As They Are.

Reason And Happiness Are Like Other Flowers; They Wither When Plucked.

Life Is Not A Spectacle Or A Feast; It Is A Predicament.

Happiness Is The Only Sanction Of Life; Where Happiness Fails, Existence Remains A Mad And Lamentable Experiment.