Art Is The Final Cunning

Possibly, More People Kill Themselves And Others Out Of Hurt Vanity Than Out Of Envy, Jealousy, Malice Or Desire For Revenge.

Every Human Soul Has Seen, Perhaps Before Their Birth, Pure Forms Such As Justice, Temperance, Beauty And All The Great Moral Qualities Which We Hold In Honour. We Are Moved Towards What Is Good By The Faint Memory Of These Forms, Simple And Calm And Blessed, Which We Saw Once In A Pure, Clear Light, Being Pure Ourselves.

The Bicycle Is The Most Civilized Conveyance Known To Man.

Another Person's Illness Is Often Harder To Bear Than One's Own.

As We Live Our Precarious Lives On The Brink Of The Void, Constantly Coming Closer To A State Of Nonbeing, We Are All Too Often Aware Of Our Fragitlity.