There Is No Cure For

Reason And Happiness Are Like Other Flowers; They Wither When Plucked.

Beauty Is Objectified Pleasure.

Uselessness Is A Fatal Accusation To Bring Against Any Act Which Is Done For Its Presumed Utility, But Those Which Are Done For Their Own Sake Are Their Own Justification.

I Like To Walk About Amidst The Beautiful Things That Adorn The World.

Philosophy Is A More Intense Sort Of Experience Than Common Life Is, Just As Pure And Subtle Music, Heard In Retirement, Is Something Keener And More Intense Than The Howling Of Storms Or The Rumble Of Cities.