Genius Has No Taste For Weaving Sand.

Man Is The Dwarf Of Himself.

Dreams Have A Poetic Integrity And Truth. This Limbo And Dust-hole Of Thought Is Presided Over By A Certain Reason, Too.

I Wish That Life Should Not Be Cheap, But Sacred. I Wish The Days To Be As Centuries, Loaded, Fragrant.

Often A Certain Abdication Of Prudence And Foresight Is An Element Of Success.

There Is An Intimate Interdependence Of Intellect And Morals.