A Pleasure Is Full Grown Only When

Power To Translate Is The Test Of Having Really Understood One's Own Meaning.

Nothing Which Is At All Times And In Every Way Agreeable To Us Can Have Objective Reality. It Is Of The Very Nature Of The Real That It Should Have Sharp Corners And Rough Edges, That It Should Be Resistant, Should Be Itself. Dream-furniture Is The Only Kind On Which You Never Stub Your Toes Or Bang Your Knee.

What The Soul Cries Out For Is The Resurrection Of The Senses. Even In This Life, Matter Would Be Nothing To Us If It Were Not The Source Of Sensations.

She's The Sort Of Woman Who Lives For Others - You Can Tell The Others By Their Hunted Expression.

Heaven, Once Attained, Will Work Backwards And Turn Even Agony Into A Glory