A Work Of Art Is

Humanity Cherishes Its Swaddling Clothes; But It Shall Not Grow Up Unless It Can Free Itself From Them. Turning Down His Mother's Breast Does Not Make The Weaned Child Ungrateful. ... Rise Up Naked, Valiant; Make The Sheaths Crack; Push Aside The Stakes; To Grow Straight You Need No More Than The Thrust Of Your Sap And The Call Of The Sun.

When Everything Belongs To Everyone, Nobody Will Take Care Of Anything.

The Abominable Effort To Take One’s Sins With One To Paradise.

Generally Among Intelligent People Are Found Nothing But Paralytics And Among Men Of Action Nothing But Fools.

It Is With Noble Sentiments That Bad Literature Gets Written.