If The Path Be Beautiful, Let Us

I Cling To My Imperfection, As The Very Essence Of My Being.

Nature, In Her Indifference, Makes No Distinction Between Good And Evil.

A Tale Without Love Is Like Beef Without Mustard: Insipid.

That Man Is Prudent Who Neither Hopes Nor Fears Anything From The Uncertain Events Of The Future.

To Imagine Is Everything, To Know Is Nothing At All.