Artists Are Exposed To Great Temptations: Their

Time Indeed Has Very Little To Do With Living Except At Its Beginning Or Near Its End.

I Wonder How Often Not The Intention But The Desire Springs Up In A Doctor's Mind: 'can I Let This Human Being Out Of The Trap Of Life?

... Most People Are Dead, And None Of Them Seem To Mind It. One Hears A Great Many Complaints About Life, Doesn't One? And There Are People I Know Who Would Certainly Grumble -- However Dead They Were -- If There Were Anything To Grumble At.

There Are Two Ways Of Meeting Difficulties: You Alter The Difficulties, Or You Alter Yourself To Meet Them.

Love Comes Into Your Being Like A Tidal Wave ... Sometimes It Withdraws Like A Wave, Till There Isn't Such A Thing As A Pool Left, And Every Bit Of Your Heart Is As Dry As Seaweed Beyond The Wave's Reach.