There is something curiously boring about somebody else's happiness.
An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty a sense which shows him intoxicating pleasures but which at the same time implies and contains an equally exquisite sense of all deformities and all disproportion.
Everything considered work is less boring than amusing oneself.
There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest the soldier the...
Even if it were proven that God didn't exist Religion would still be Saintly...
Madam C. J. Walker (1867-1919) was “the first Black woman...
It may be that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as...
True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally...
