Art Speaks Only To The Mind, Whereas

And I Refused To Make Any Sacrifices; For Nothing On Earth Seemed More Valuable Than My Peace Of Mind, My Pleasure And My Acclaim.

Sorrow Makes Us Very Good Or Very Bad.

There Are No More Thorough Prudes Than Those Who Have Some Little Secret To Hide.

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

Not To Love Is To Cease To Live.