Where Are We Really Going?

The Highest Purpose Of Intellectual Cultivation Is To Give A Man A Perfect Knowledge And Mastery Of His Own Inner Self.

Friendship, Love, And Piety Ought To Be Handled With A Sort Of Mysterious Secrecy; They Ought To Be Spoken Of Only In The Rare Moments Of Perfect Confidence, To Be Mutually Understood In Silence. Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be Thought; Many More, To Be Spoken.

Nature Is A Petrified Magic City.

The Badge Of Honesty Is Simplicity.

Fate And Temperament Are The Names Of A Concept.