That Translucent Alabaster Of Our Memories.

Things Don't Change, But By And By Our Wishes Change.

Masterpieces Are No More Than The Shipwrecked Flotsam Of Great Minds.

I Cannot Express The Uneasiness Caused In Me By This Intrusion Of Mystery And Beauty Into A Room I Had At Last Filled With Myself To The Point Of Paying No More Attention To The Room Than To That Self. The Anesthetizing Influence Of Habit Having Ceased, I Would Begin To Have Thoughts, And Feelings, And They Are Such Sad Things.

For Every Sin There Is Forgiveness, And Especially For The Sins Of Youth.

As Long As Men Are Free To Ask What They Must, Free To Say What They Think, Free To Think What They Will, Freedom Can Never Be Lost And Science Can Never Regress.