Learn To Love The Questions Themselves.

Nothing Touches A Work Of Art So Little As Criticism.

If Only We Arrange Our Life According To That Principle Which Counsels Us That We Must Hold To The Difficult, Then That Which Now Still Seems To Us The Most Alien Will Become What We Most Trust And Find Most Faithful.

Understand, I'll Slip Quietly Away From The Noisy Crowd When I See The Pale Stars Rising, Blooming, Over The Oaks. I'll Pursue Solitary Pathways Through The Pale Twilit Meadows With Only This One Dream: You Come Too.

What Is Happening On Your Innermost Self Is Worthy Of Your Entire Love.

All The Soarings Of My Mind Begin In My Blood.