The Paradise Of The Rich Is Made

Let Us Leave To The Brain What Belongs To It, And Agree That The Work Of The Men Of Genius Is Of The Superhuman, The Offspring Of Man.

The Most Powerful Symptom Of Love Is A Tenderness Which Becomes At Times Almost Insupportable.

The Hatred Of Luxury Is Not An Intelligent Hatred. It Implies A Hatred Of Arts.

The Learned Man Knows That He Is Ignorant.

And The Dream That Our Mind Had Sketched In Haste Shall Others Continue, But Never Complete. For None Upon Earth Can Achieve His Scheme; The Best As The Worst Are Futile Here: We Wake At The Self-same Point Of The Dream, All Is Here Begun, And Finished Elsewhere.