There Is A Rollicking Kindness That Looks

After All, What Would Be "beautiful" If The Contradiction Had Not First Become Conscious Of Itself, If The Ugly Had Not First Said To Itself: "i Am Ugly"?.

Full Is The Earth Of The Superfluous; Marred Is Life By The Many-too-many. May They Be Decoyed Out Of This Life By The "life Eternal"!

But This People Has Deliberately Made Itself Stupid, For Nearly A Millennium: Nowhere Have The Two Great European Narcotics, Alcohol And Christianity, Been Abused More Dissolutely.

Happiness: Being Able To Forget Or, To Express In A More Learned Fashion.

The Voice Of Beauty Speaks Softly; It Creeps Only Into The Most Fully Awakened Souls