We Cannot Cure The Evils Of Politics

Nature Forms Us For Ourselves, Not For Others; To Be, Not To Seem.

Nothing Too Long Imagined Can Be Perfect In A Wordly Way.

Anything I Can Not Transform Into Something Marvelous, I Let Go.

In The World Of The Dreamer There Was Solitude: All The Exaltations And Joys Came In The Moment Of Preparation For Living. They Took Place In Solitude. But With Action Came Anxiety, And The Sense Of Insuperable Effort Made To Match The Dream, And With It Came Weariness, Discouragement, And The Flight Into Solitude Again. And Then In Solitude, In The Opium Den Of Remembrance, The Possibility Of Pleasure Again.

Truth Is Something Which Can't Be Told In A Few Words. Those Who Simplify The Universe Only Reduce The Expansion Of Its Meaning.