Through The Unknown, We'll Find

Unable To Do Away With Love, The Church Found A Way To Decontaminate It By Creating Marriage.

There Is No More Steely Barb Than That Of The Infinite.

If The Poet Has Pursued A Moral Objective, He Has Diminished His Poetic Force.

We Are Weighed Down, Every Moment, By The Conception And The Sensation Of Time. And There Are But Two Means Of Escaping And Forgetting This Nightmare: Pleasure And Work. Pleasure Consumes Us. Work Strengthens Us. Let Us Choose.

Genius Is No More Than Childhood Recaptured At Will, Childhood Equipped Now With Man's Physical Means To Express Itself, And With The Analytical Mind That Enables It To Bring Order Into The Sum Of Experience, Involuntarily Amassed.