Ah, It's My Longing For Whom I

Life Is A Thread That Someone Entangled.

There Is No Safe Standard To Tell Man From Animals.

The End Of Lower Art Is To Please, The End Of Average Art Is To Raise The Top, The End Of Superior Art Is To Free.

One Never Lives So Intensely As When One Has Been Thinking Hard.

Every Spoken Word Double-crosses Us. The Written Word Is The Only Tolerable Form Of Communication, As It Isn't A Stone In A Bridge Between Souls But A Ray Of Light Between Stars.