What We Don't Understand We Don't Possess.

Wind Is The Loving Wooer Of Waters; Wind Blends Together Billows All-foaming. Spirit Of Man, Thou Art Like Unto Water! Fortune Of Man, Thou Art Like Unto Wind!

But When All Is Said, The Greatest Art Is To Limit And Isolate Oneself.

The Artist Alone Sees Spirits. But After He Has Told Of Their Appearing To Him, Everybody Sees Them.

If You Start To Think Of Your Physical And Moral Condition, You Usually Find That You Are Sick.

I Don't Know A Greater Advantage, Than To Appreciate The Worth Of An Enemy.