All thought is naught but a footnote to Plato. >>
Oxford, the paradise of dead philosophies. >>
Beauty as we feel it is something indescribable; what it is or what it >>
My skull, my eyes, my nose three times, my jaw, my shoulder, my chest, >>
Who has not felt the beauty of a woman's arm? The unspeakable suggest >>
The brain may be regarded as a kind of parasite of the organism, a pen >>
The body is an instrument, the mind its function, the witness and reward of its operation.