Haste Is A Poor Counselor

I Hate This Life Of The Fashionable World, Always Ordered, Measured, Ruled, Like Our Music-paper. What I Have Always Wished For, Desired, And Coveted, Is The Life Of An Artist, Free And Independent, Relying Only On My Own Resources, And Accountable Only To Myself.

Philosophy Cannot Be Taught; It Is The Application Of The Sciences To Truth.

Nothing Makes Time Pass Or Shortens The Way Like A Thought That Absorbs In Itself All The Faculties Of The One Who Is Thinking. External Existence Is Then Like A Sleep Of Which This Thought Is The Dream. Under Its Influence, Time Has No More Measure, Space Has No More Distance.

So, Preferring Death To Capture, I Accomplished The Most Astonishing Deeds, And Which, More Then Once, Showed Me That The Too Great Care We Take Of Our Bodies Is The Only Obstacle To The Sucess Of Those Projects Which Require Rapid Decision, And Vigorous And Determined Execution. In Reality, When You Have Once Devoted Your Life To Your Enterprises, You Are No Longer The Equal Of Other Men, Or, Rather, Other Men Are No Longer Your Equals, And Whosoever Has Taken This Resolution, Feels His Strength And Resources Doubled.

Business? It's Quite Simple; It's Other People's Money.