The Finest Life Is Spent Creating Oneself,

Our Prejudices, Our Antipathies, Are Our Natural Defenses Against What We Could Not Assimilate.

Indiscretion Has Always Seemed To Me To Be One Of The Privileges Of Tact.

Time Engraves Our Faces With All The Tears We Have Not Shed.

Hero Worship Has Died With Heroes, And If Someone Bows Down Today, It Is To Pick Up Something.

Doubt Seems The Only Purity For Those Who Are Too Fervent To Deny, And Too Lucid To Affirm.