Nothing Is More Consonant With

My Counsel Is, To Force Nothing, And Rather To Trifle And Sleep Away All Unproductive Days And Hours, Than On Such Days To Compose Something That Will Afterwards Give No Pleasure.

Art Is A Mediator Of The Unspeakable.

Does Not Man Lack The Force At The Very Point Where He Needs It Most? And When He Soars Upward In Joy, Or Sinks Down In Suffering, Is Not Checked In Both, Is He Not Returned Again To The Dull, Cold Sphere Of Awareness, Just When He Was Longing To Lose Himself In The Fullness Of The Infinite.

I Come More And More To The Conclusion That One Must Take The Side Of The Minority Which Is Always The More Intelligent One.

A Joy Shared Is A Joy Doubled.