To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.
In all people I see myself - none more, and not one a barleycorn less; And the good or bad I say of myself, I say of them.
I and this mystery, here we stand.
The fruition of beauty is no chance of hit or miss... it is inevitable as life.
The whole purpose of the universe is unerringly aimed at one thing - you.
Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later, delicate death.