To The Man Of Thought Almost Nothing

Life's Objective Is Life Itself.

We Can't Form Our Children On Our Own Concepts; We Must Take Them And Love Them As God Gives Them To Us.

Come My Little One, And Give Me Your Hand.

Beauty Is A Primeval Phenomenon, Which Itself Never Makes Its Appearance, But The Reflection Of Which Is Visible In A Thousand Different Utterances Of The Creative Mind, And Is As Various As Nature Herself.

Know Thyself? If I Knew Myself I Would Run Away.