The Winter Evening Settles Down With Smell

The Single Rose Is Now The Garden Where All Loves End

Most Of The Evil In This World Is Done By People With Good Intentions.

The Nobel Is A Ticket To One's Own Funeral. No One Has Ever Done Anything After He Got It.

When The Gods Know That A God Hath Fallen, With This Kindly Feeling They Do Encourage Him-- Be Thou A God Again And Again.

Art Serves Us Best Precisely At That Point Where It Can Shift Our Sense Of What Is Possible, When We Know More Than We Knew Before, When We Feel We Have - By Some Manner Of A Leap - Encountered The Truth. That, By The Logic Of Art, Is Always Worth The Pain.