Your Soul Is A Dark

The Artist Who Gives Up An Hour Of Work For An Hour Of Conversation With A Friend Knows That He Is Sacrificing A Reality For Something That Does Not Exist.

Let A Prize Lower My Position, If It Causes Me To Be Read; That I Prefer Immediately To All The Honors.

Fashions, Being Themselves Begotten Of The Desire For Change, Are Quick To Change Also.

Love Is A Reciprocal Torture.

We Are At Times Too Ready To Believe That The Present Is The Only Possible State Of Things.