He Who Asks Of Life

One May Guess The Why And Wherefore Of A Tear And Yet Find It Too Subtle To Give Any Account Of. A Tear May Be The Poetical Resume Of So Many Simultaneous Impressions, The Quintessence Of So Many Opposing Thoughts! It Is Like A Drop Of One Of Those Precious Elixirs Of The East Which Contain The Life Of Twenty Plants Fused Into A Single Aroma.

Our Greatest Illusion Is To Believe That We Are What We Think Ourselves To Be.

Every Living Being Seeks Instinctively To Complete Itself.

Sadness Takes Up The Pen More Readily Than Joy.

When Everything Has Its Proper Place In Our Minds, We Are Able To Stand In Equilibrium With The Rest Of The World.