We Call "happiness" A Certain Set Of

Other People's Appetites Easily Appear Excessive When One Doesn't Share Them.

There Is No Feeling So Simple That It Is Not Immediately Complicated And Distorted By Introspection.

The Artist Who Is After Success Lets Himself Be Influenced By The Public. Generally Such An Artist Contributes Nothing New, For The Public Acclaims Only What It Already Knows, What It Recognizes.

One Doesn't Discover New Lands Without Consenting To Lose Sight, For A Very Long Time, Of The Shore.

Then You Think That One Can Keep A Hopeless Love In One's Heart For So Long As That?...and That Life Can Breathe Upon It Every Day, Without Extinguishing It?