Since I have heard often enough that everyone in the end has his own religion, nothing seemed more natural to me than to fashion my own.

The biggest problem with every art is by the use of appearance to create a loftier reality.

What then is your duty? What the day demands.

Beauty is a manifestation of secret natural laws, which otherwise would have been hidden from us forever.

Thou art in the end what thou art. Put on wigs with millions of curls, set thy foot upon ell-high rocks. Thou abidest ever--what thou art.

Nothing is worth more than this day.

Who are you then?" "I am part of that power which eternally wills evil and eternally works good.