No Honey Is Sweeter Than That Of

Thou Seekest Disciples? Then Thou Seekest Ciphers.

In Solitude The Lonely Man Is Eaten Up By Himself, Among Crowds By The Many.

Digressions, Objections, Delight In Mockery, Carefree Mistrust Are Signs Of Health.

Even The Most Beautiful Scenery Is No Longer Assured Of Our Love After We Have Lived In It For Three Months, And Some Distant Coast Attracts Our Avarice: Possessions Are Generally Diminished By Possession.

I Love Him Who Is Ashamed When The Dice Fall In His Favour, And Who Then Asketh: "am I A Dishonest Player?" - For He Is Willing To Succumb.