Everything In The World Displeases Me: But,

Let Thy Virtue Be Too High For The Familiarity Of Names, And If Thou Must Speak Of It, Be Not Ashamed To Stammer About It.

There Is Always A Certain Noise In Applause: Even In The Applause We Give Ourselves.

To Explore The Whole Sphere Of The Modern Soul, To Have Sat In Every Nook- My Ambition, My Torture, And My Happiness

The God On The Cross Is A Curse On Life, A Signpost To Seek Redemption From Life; Dionysus Cut To Pieces Is A Promise Of Life: It Will Be Eternally Reborn And Return Again From Destruction

A Labyrinthine Man Never Seeks The Truth, But Only His Ariadne.