The Intellect Seeks, The Heart Finds.

We Do Not Die Of Anguish, We Live On. We Continue To Suffer. We Drink The Cup Drop By Drop.

Nothing Resembles Selfishness More Closely Than Self-respect

Art Belongs To All Times And To All Countries; Its Special Benefit Is Precisely To Be Still Living When Everything Else Seems Dying; That Is Why Providence Shields It From Too Personal Or Too General Passions, And Grants It A Patient And Persevering Organization, Durable Sensibility, And The Contemplative Sense In Which Lies Invincible Faith.

... Everyone's Free To Embark On Either A Great Clipper Or A Little Fishing Boat. An Artist Is An Explorer Who Oughtn't To Shrink From Anything: It Doesn't Matter Whether He Goes To The Left Or The Right -- His Goal Sanctifies All.

Whoever Has Loved Once, Knows All That Life Contains Of Sorrow And Of Joy.