Bring Me Wine, But Wine Which Never

Within, I Do Not Find Wrinkles And Used Heart, But Unspent Youth.

Without The Great Arts Which Speak To The Sense Of Beauty, A Man Seems To Me A Poor, Naked, Shivering Creature. These Are His Becoming Draperies, Which Warm And Adorn Him.

Beauty Rests On Necessities.

We Live Amid Surfaces, And The True Art Of Life Is To Skate Well On Them

What You Persist In Doing Gets Easier. The Task Hasn't Changed, But Your Ability To Do It Has Increased.