The Highest Happiness, The Purest Joys Of

Superstition Belongs To The Essence Of Mankind And Takes Refuge, When One Thinks One Has Suppressed It Completely, In The Strangest Nooks And Crannies; Once It Is Safely Ensconced There, It Suddenly Reappears.

A Man's Manners Are A Mirror In Which He Shows His Portrait.

The Arts Are The Salt Of The Earth; As Salt Relates To Food, The Arts Relate To Technology.

I Love Those Who Yearn For The Impossible.

There Is Nothing In The World More Shameful Than Establishing One's Self On Lies And Fables.