Life Is That Which Must Overcome Itself

Man Would Sooner Have The Void For His Purpose Than Be Void Of Purpose.

We Must Remain As Close To The Flowers, The Grass, And The Butterflies As The Child Is Who Is Not Yet So Much Taller Than They Are. We Adults, On The Other Hand, Have Outgrown Them And Have To Lower Ourselves To Stoop Down To Them. It Seems To Me That The Grass Hates Us When We Confess Our Love For It. Whoever Would Partake Of All Good Things Must Understand How To Be Small At Times.

And Once You Are Awake, You Shall Remain Awake Eternally.

That Grand Drama In A Hundred Acts, Which Is Reserved For The Next Two Centuries Of Europe-the Most Terrible, Most Questionable And Perhaps Also The Most Hopeful Of All Dramas.

Books For General Reading Always Smell Bad; The Odor Of Common People Hangs Around Them.