All Roads Lead To Rome, And There

Art Requires, Above All Things, A Suppression Of Self, A Subordination Of One's Self To An Idea.

If This Was Love, Love Had Been Overrated.

Which Of You With Taking Thought Can Add To His Stature One Cubit?

The Girl Had A Certain Nobleness Of Imagination, Which Rendered Her A Good Many Services And Played Her A Great Many Tricks. She Spent Half Her Time In Thinking Of Beauty, Bravery, Magnanimity; She Had A Fixed Determination To Regard The World As A Place Of Brightness, Of Free Expansion, Of Irresistible Action, She Thought It Would Be Detestable To Be Afraid Or Ashamed. She Had An Infinite Hope That She Would Never Do Anything Wrong. She Had Resented So Strongly, After Discovering Them, Her Mere Errors Of Feeling.

You Must Save What You Can Of Your Life; You Musn't Lose It All Simply Because You've Lost A Part.