Wine Rejoices The Heart Of Man And

The Greatest Evil That Can Befall Man Is That He Should Come To Think Ill Of Himself.

The Field Of Experience Is The Whole Universe In All Directions. Theory Remains Shut Up Within The Limits Of Human Faculties.

I Bid The Chords Sweet Music Make, And All Must Follow In My Wake.

In Politics People Throw Themselves, As On A Sickbed, From One Side To The Other In The Belief They Will Lie More Comfortably.

From Desire I Plunge To Its Fulfilment, Where I Long Once More For Desire.