I Don't Want People To Love Me.

Oh, Love Is Real Enough; You Will Find It Someday, But It Has One Archenemy - And That Is Life.

It Bothered Me That Whatever Was Waiting Wasn't Waiting For Me

Life Is Very Nice, But It Lacks Form. It's The Aim Of Art To Give It Some.

Beauty Is One Of The Rare Things That Do Not Lead To Doubt Of God.

The True Masters Of The Art Of Living Are Already Happy.