For all men live by truth, and stand in need of expression. In love, in art, in avarice, in politics, in labor, in games, we study to utter our painful secret. The man is only half himself, the other half is his expression.
When the gods come among men, they are not known.
The mass are animal, in pupilage, and near chimpanzee.
Look out! Behind you!
Within, I do not find wrinkles and used heart, but unspent youth.
The sun shines today also.