I Desire ... To Leave

Man's Only True Happiness Is To Live In Hope Of Something To Be Won By Him. Reverence Something To Be Worshipped By Him, And Love Something To Be Cherished By Him, Forever.

Conceit May Puff A Man Up, But Never Prop Him Up.

No One Can Do Me Any Good By Loving Me; I Have More Love Than I Need Or Could Do Any Good With; But People Do Me Good By Making Me Love Them - Which Isn't Easy.

The Noble Grotesque Involves The True Appreciation Of Beauty.

It Is His Restraint That Is Honorable To A Person, Not Their Liberty.