Bring Me Wine, But Wine Which Never

A Cultivated Man, Wise To Know And Bold To Perform, Is The End To Which Nature Works.

Every Experiment, By Multitudes Or By Individuals, That Has A Sensual And Selfish Aim, Will Fail.

Tragedy Is In The Eye Of The Observer, And Not In The Heart Of The Sufferer.

The Stars Awaken A Certain Reverence, Because Though Always Present, They Are Inaccessible.

We Seldom See Anybody Who Is Not Uneasy Or Afraid To Live.