No Age Seemed The Age

The Eye Of The Intellect "sees In All Objects What It Brought With It The Means Of Seeing."

Humor Has Justly Been Regarded As The Finest Perfection Of Poetic Genius.

Nakedness, Hunger, Distress Of All Kinds, Death Itself Have Been Cheerfully Suffered, When The Heart Was Right. It Is The Feeling Of Injustice That Is Insupportable To All Men.

The Ideal Is In Thyself, The Impediments Too Is In Thyself.

Laissez-faire, Supply And Demand-one Begins To Be Weary Of All That. Leave All To Egotism, To Ravenous Greed Of Money, Of Pleasure, Of Applause-it Is The Gospel Of Despair.