When Everything Is In Its

The Spirit Of Sarcasm Lives And Thrives In The Midst Of Universal Wreck; Its Balls Are Enchanted And Itself Invulnerable, And It Braves Retaliations And Reprisals Because Itself Is A Mere Flash, A Bodiless And Magical Nothing.

Hope Is Only The Love Of Life.

Time Is But The Measure Of The Difficulty Of A Conception. Pure Thought Has Scarcely Any Need Of Time, Since It Perceives The Two Ends Of An Idea Almost At The Same Moment.

The Fire Which Enlightens Is The Same Fire Which Consumes.

I'm Not Interested In Age. People Who Tell Me Their Age Are Silly. You're As Old As You Feel.