Art Needs No Spur Beyond Itself.

He Saw Before Him Two Roads, Both Equally Straight ; But He Saw Two; And That Terrified Him — Him, Who Had Never In His Life Known But One Straight Line. And, Bitter Anguish, These Two Roads Were Contradictory.

Love Is A Fault; So Be It.

When A Man Understands The Art Of Seeing, He Can Trace The Spirit Of An Age And The Features Of A King Even In The Knocker On A Door.

If A Writer Wrote Merely For His Time, I Would Have To Break My Pen And Throw It Away.

[t]he Small Is Great, The Great Is Small; All Is In Equilibrium In Necessity.