The Living Is Merely A Type Of

And We Should Consider Every Day Lost On Which We Have Not Danced At Least Once. And We Should Call Every Truth False Which Was Not Accompanied By At Least One Laugh.

We Grow Hostile To Many An Artist Or Writer, Not Because We Finally Come To See He Has Deceived Us, But Because He Thought No Subtler Means Were Required To Ensnare Us.

Here The Ways Of Men Divide. If You Wish To Strive For Peace Of Soul And Happiness, Then Believe; If You Wish To Be A Disciple Of Truth, Then Inquire.

I Have Not The Capability To Give You My Loyalty, Nor Do I Have The Vanity To Appear As If I Did.

Strideth Over All Mountains, And Laugheth At All Tragedies