One's Eyes Are What One Is, One's

I Drink The Wine Of Aspiration And The Drug Of Illusion. Thus I Am Never Dull.

There Are Moments When Nature Reveals The Passion Hidden Beneath The Careless Calm Of Her Ordinary Moods-violent Spring Flashing White On Almond-blossom Through The Purple Clouds; A Snowy, Moonlit Peak, With Its Single Star, Soaring Up To The Passionate Blue; Or Against The Flames Of Sunset, An Old Yew-tree Standing Dark Guardian Of Some Fiery Secret.

Love Of Beauty Is Really Only The Sex Instinct, Which Nothing But Complete Union Satisfies.

Love Has No Age, No Limit; And No Death.

Wealth Is A Means To An End, Not The End Itself. As A Synonym For Health And Happiness, It Has Had A Fair Trial And Failed Dismally.