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Let No One Underestimate The Need Of Pity. We Live In A Stony Universe Whose Hard, Brilliant Forces Rage Fiercely.

You Walk Into A Room, See A Woman, And Something Happens. It's Chemical. What Are You Going To Do About It?

I Sacrifice To The God Of Beauty — The Impulse To Beauty In Nature. Here Are Flowers. Here Is Wine Spilled On The Floor. I Will Burn Incense & Myrhh. I Will Kneel & Strike My Breast & Touch The Dust With My Forehead. I Will I Will! Only Do Not Forsake Me, Oh God Of Beauty.

The True Meaning Of Money Yet Remains To Be Popularly Explained And Comprehended.

Nature, Machine-like, Works Definitely And Heartlessly, If In The Main Beautifully. Hence, If We, As Individuals, Do Not Make This Dream Of A God Or What He Stands For Us Real In Our Thoughts And Deeds, Then He Is Not Real Or True.