Casting Aspersions On Those We Love Always

Art Requires Neither Complaisance Nor Politeness; Nothing But Faith, Faith And Freedom.

The Principal Thing In This World Is To Keep One's Soul Aloft.

Love, To Her, Was Something Hat Comes Suddenly, Like A Blinding Flash Of Lightening - A Heaven-sent Storm Hurled Into Life, Uprooting It, Sweeping Every Will Before It Like A Leaf, Engulfing All Feelings.

Earth Has Its Boundaries, But Human Stupidity Is Limitless.

She Loved The Sea For Its Storms Alone, Cared For Vegetation Only When It Grew Here And There Among Ruins. She Had To Extract A Kind Of Personal Advantage From Things And She Rejected As Useless Everything That Promised No Immediate Gratification — For Her Temperament Was More Sentimental Than Artistic, And What She Was Looking For Was Emotions, Not Scenery.