Character Is A Perfectly Educated

Man Is A Sun And His Senses Are The Planets.

We Never Completely Comprehend Ourselves, But We Can Do Far More Than Comprehend.

Friends, The Soil Is Poor, We Must Sow Seeds In Plenty For Us To Garner Even Modest Harvests.

Poetry Heals The Wounds Inflicted By Reason.

Sometimes With The Most Intense Pain A Paralysis Of Sensibility Occurs. The Soul Disintegrates--hence The Deadly Frost--the Free Power Of The Mind--the Shattering, Ceaseless Wit Of This Kind Of Despair. There Is No Inclination For Anything Any More--the Person Is Alone, Like A Baleful Power--as He Has No Connection With The Rest Of The World He Consumes Himself Gradually--and In Accordance With His Own Principle He Is--misanthropic And Misotheos.