Where There Are No Women There Are

Thou Art In The End What Thou Art. Put On Wigs With Millions Of Curls, Set Thy Foot Upon Ell-high Rocks. Thou Abidest Ever--what Thou Art.

The Highest Problem Of Any Art Is To Cause By Appearance The Illusion Of A Higher Reality.

And I Have Again Observed, My Dear Friend, In This Trifling Affair, That Misunderstandings And Neglect Occasion More Mischief In The World Than Even Malice And Wickedness. At All Events, The Two Latter Are Of Less Frequent Occurrence.

The Shudder Of Awe Is Humanity's Highest Faculty, Even Though This World Is Forever Altering Its Values.

There Are But Few Who Have Ideas And Are, At The Same Time, Capable Of Action. Ideas Enlarge But Stymie, Action Enlivens But Confines.