Sadness Is Almost Never Anything But A

Only Those Things Are Beautiful Which Are Inspired By Madness And Written By Reason.

Nothing Excellent Can Be Done Without Leisure.

We Live Counterfeit Lives In Order To Resemble The Idea We First Had Of Ourselves.

The Capacity To Get Free Is Nothing; The Capacity To Be Free Is The Task.

Old Hands Soil, It Seems, Whatever They Caress, But They Too Have Their Beauty When They Are Joined In Prayer. Young Hands Were Made For Caresses And The Sheathing Of Love. It Is A Pity To Make Them Join Too Soon.