Every Idea Must Have A Visible Enfolding.

Here We Stop. Upon The Threshold Of Wedding Nights Stands An Angel Smiling, His Finger On His Lip.

Great Blunders Are Often Made, Like Large Ropes, Of A Multitude Of Fibres.

The True Artist Can Only Labor Con Amore.

That Men Saw His Mask, But The Bishop Saw His Face. That Men Saw His Life, But The Bishop Saw His Conscience.

A War Between Europeans Is A Civil War.