Passing Beauties Are Only The

To Be Rich Is To Give; To Give Nothing Is To Be Poor; To Live Is To Love; To Love Nothing Is To Be Dead; To Be Happy Is To Devote Oneself; To Exist Only For Oneself Is To Damn Oneself, And To Exile Oneself To Hell.

One Can Only Define The Unknown By Its Supposed And Supposable Relations With The Known.

Passing Beauties Are Only The Fugitive Reflections Of The Eternal. All Beauty Alters And All Life Melts Away; In Short, Everything Passes With Marvelous Rapidity; Beautiful Helen Of Troy Has Become A Toothless Skull, Then A Handful Of Dust, Then Nothing.

When One Creates Phantoms For Oneself, One Puts Vampires Into The World, And One Must Nourish These Children Of A Voluntary Nightmare With One's Blood, One's Life, One's Intellegence, And One's Reason, Without Ever Satisfying Them.

Father, Forgive Them,' Said Jesus, 'for They Know Not What They Do' -- People Of Good Sense Whoever You May Be, I Will Add, Do Not Listen To Them, For They Know Not What They Say.