The Finest Life Is Spent Creating Oneself,

A Scholar's Heart Is A Dark Well In Which Are Buried Many Aborted Feelings That Rise To The Surface As Arguments.

Renouncement: The Heroism Of Mediocrity.

All Expression, All Art, Is An Indiscretion We Commit Against Ourselves. This Is Not An 'impoverishment' But An Increase In Wealth, For It Is In This Way That We Make The Short Hours Of Our Lives Live On Beyond Themselves.

Youth Is Not A Question Of Years: One Is Young Or Old From Birth.

Might I Be The One I Am Looking For?