Laughter Is A Sunbeam Of The Soul.

I Tell Them That If They Will Occupy Themselves With The Study Of Mathematics They Will Find In It The Best Remedy Against The Lusts Of The Flesh.

He Took In The Squeaky Music, The Vulgar And Pining Melodies, Because Passion Immobilizes Good Taste And Seriously Considers What Soberly Would Be Thought Of As Funny And To Be Resented.

What Good Would Politics Be, If It Didn’t Give Everyone The Opportunity To Make Moral Compromises.

Innate In Nearly Every Artistic Nature Is A Wanton, Treacherous Penchant For Accepting Injustice When It Creates Beauty And Showing Sympathy For And Paying Homage To Aristocratic Privilege.

Has The World Ever Been Changed By Anything Save The Thought And Its Magic Vehicle The Word?