The Fly That Prefers Sweetness

The Human Race, In Its Intellectual Life, Is Organized Like The Bees: The Masculine Soul Is A Worker, Sexually Atrophied, And Essentially Dedicated To Impersonal And Universal Arts; The Feminine Is Queen, Infinite Fertile, Omnipresent In Its Brooding Industry, But Passive And Abounding In Intuitions Without Method And Passions Without Justice.

It Is Always Pleasant To Be Urged To Do Something On The Ground That One Can Do It Well.

Nothing Is Inherently And Invincibly Young Except Spirit. And Spirit Can Enter A Human Being Perhaps Better In The Quiet Of Old Age And Dwell There More Undisturbed Than In The Turmoil Of Adventure.

It Takes A Wonderful Brain And Exquisite Senses To Produce A Few Stupid Ideas.

Religion In Its Humility Restores Man To His Only Dignity, The Courage To Live By Grace.