A Man Who Drinks Only

Drink Wine, Drink Poetry, Drink Virtue.

Wine Transforms Moles Into Eagles.

True Civilization Does Not Lie In Gas, Nor In Steam, Nor In Turn-tables. It Lies In The Reduction Of The Traces Of Original Sin.

That In All Times, Mediocrity Has Dominated, That Is Indubitable; But That It Reigns More Than Ever, That It Is Becoming Absolutely Triumphant And Inhibiting, This Is What Is As True As It Is Distressing.

What A Mysterious Faculty Is That Queen Of The Faculties!