We Should Be A Mirror

...lust Is Only A Sweet Poison For The Weakling, But For Those Who Will With A Lion's Heart It Is The Reverently Reserved Wine Of Wines.

Robinson Had A Servant Even Better Than Friday: His Name Was Crusoe.

The Vanity Of Others Runs Counter To Our Taste Only When It Runs Counter To Our Vanity.

The Great Epochs Of Our Life Come When We Gain The Courage To Rechristen Our Evil As What Is Best In Us.

I Devote Myself To What I Love The Most, And For This Very Reason I Hesitate To Designate It With Lofty Words: I Do Not Want To Risk Believing That It Is A Sublime Compulsion, A Law, Which I Obey: I Love What I Love The Most Too Much To Wish To Appear To It As One Compelled.