Perpetual Peace Is Only Found

Art Is Purposiveness Without Purpose.

The Light Dove, Cleaving The Air In Her Free Flight, And Feeling Its Resistance, Might Imagine That Its Flight Would Be Still Easier In Empty Space.

Live Your Life As Though Your Every Act Were To Become A Universal Law.

He Who Has Made Great Moral Progress Ceases To Pray

Ours Is An Age Of Criticism, To Which Everything Must Be Subjected.