I'm Not Willing Just To Be Tolerated.

We Are In A Period Of Such Individualism That One No Longer Speaks Of Disciples; One Speaks Of Thieves.

Victor Hugo Was A Madman Who Thought He Was Victor Hugo

The Public Only Takes Up Yesterday As A Stick To Beat Today.

If A Hermit Lives In A State Of Ecstasy, His Lack Of Comfort Becomes The Height Of Comfort. He Must Relinquish It.

Whatever The Public Blames You For, Cultivate It; It Is Yourself.