As Soon As A Child Has Left

The Things We Now Esteem Fixed Shall, One By One, Detach Themselves, Like Ripe Fruit, From Our Experience, And Fall. The Wind Shall Blow Them None Knows Whither.

Every Revolution Was First A Thought In One Man's Mind; And When The Same Thought Occurs To Another Man, It Is The Key To That Era.

Take The Place And Attitude To Which You See Your Unquestionable Right, And All Men Acquiesce.

The God Or Hero Of The Sculptor Is Always Represented In A Transition From That Which Is Representable To The Senses, To That Which Is Not.

Other World? There Is No Other World; Here Or Nowhere Is The Whole Fact.