Stupidity Lies In Wanting To Draw Conclusions.

Iced Champagne Was Served, And The Feel Of The Cold Wine In Her Mouth Gave Emma A Shiver That Ran Over Her From Head To Toe.

Everything Is There: The Love Of Art.

Sentences Must Stir In A Book Like Leaves In A Forest, Each Distinct From Each Despite Their Resemblance.

What Is Beautiful Is Moral, That Is All There Is To It.

It Is Always Sad To Leave A Place To Which One Knows One Will Never Return.