Our Work Can Never Be

I Regard As A Mortal Sin Not Only The Lying Of The Senses In Matters Of Love, But Also The Illusion Which The Senses Seek To Create Where Love Is Only Partial. I Say, I Believe, That One Must Love With All Of One's Being, Or Else Live, Come What May, A Life Of Complete Chastity.

Vanity Is The Quicksand Of Reason.

Years Do Not Always Make Age.

It Is A Mistake To Regard Age As A Downhill Grade Toward Dissolution. The Reverse Is True. As One Grows Older, One Climbs With Surprising Strides.

The Intellect Seeks, The Heart Finds.