Gossiping Is The Plague Of Little Towns.

Once My Heart Was Captured, Reason Was Shown The Door, Deliberately And With A Sort Of Frantic Joy. I Accepted Everything, I Believed Everything, Without Struggle, Without Suffering, Without Regret, Without False Shame. How Can One Blush For What One Adores?

Masterpieces Are Only Lucky Attempts.

Try To Keep Your Soul Young And Quivering Right Up To Old Age, And To Imagine Right Up To The Brink Of Death That Life Is Only Beginning. I Think That Is The Only Way To Keep Adding To One's Talent, And One's Inner Happiness.

Our Work Can Never Be Better Than We Are Ourselves.

Weakness Is Oftentimes So Palpable As To Be Equivalent To Wickedness.