Historians Tell The Story Of The Past,

There Have Been Many Definitions Of Beauty In Art. What Is It? Beauty Is What The Untrained Eyes Consider Abominable.

Today I Begin To Understand What Love Must Be, If It Exists... When We Are Parted, We Each Feel The Lack Of The Other Half Of Ourselves. We Are Incomplete Like A Book In Two Volumes Of Which The First Has Been Lost. That Is What I Imagine Love To Be: Incompleteness In Absence.

History Is A Novel That Has Been Lived, A Novel Is History That Could Have Been.

She Is Unable To Dream, Think Or Love. In A Woman, Poetry Never Comes Naturally, But Always As The Result Of Education. Only The Woman Of The World Is A Woman; The Rest Are Simply Females.

A Painting In A Museum Hears More Ridiculous Opinions Than Anything Else In The World.