A Refined Soul Is Distressed To Know

People Who Live In An Age Of Corruption Are Witty And Slanderous; They Know That There Are Other Kinds Of Murder Than By Dagger Or Assault; They Also Know That Whatever Is Well Said Is Believed.

Hold A True Friend With Both Your Hands.

What Is Evil?-whatever Springs From Weakness.

The Love Of Indulgence Is Rooted In The Depths Of A Man's Heart. His Soul Would Prefer To Share The Excessive And Unrestrained; But His Soul Cannot Love.

When Death Brings At Last The Desired Forgetfulness, It Abolishes Life And Being Together, And Sets The Seal On The Knowledge That "being" Is Merely A Continual "has Been," A Thing That Lives By Denying And Destroying And Contradicting Itself.