Whatever Is Not Forbidden Is Permitted.

Man, Living, Feeling Man, Is The Easy Sport Of The Over-mastering Present.

As Soon As I Have Begun To Fear I Have Ceased To Fear.

Satisfied If They Themselves Can Escape From The Hard Labour Of Thought, They Willingly Abandon To Others The Guardianship Of Their Thoughts.

Day's Lustrous Eyes Grow Heavy In Sweet Death.

Only Through Beauty's Morning-gate, Dost Thou Penetrate The Land Of Knowledge.