High Art Alone Is Eternal And The

I Am A Man For Whom The Outside World Exists.

Eyes So Transparent That Through Them The Soul Is Seen.

Those Horses Must Have Been Spanish Jennets, Born Of Mares Mated With A Zephyr; For They Went As Swiftly As The Wind, And The Moon, Which Had Risen At Our Departure To Give Us Light, Rolled Through The Sky Like A Wheel Detached From Its Carriage.

What Well-bred Woman Would Refuse Her Heart To A Man Who Had Just Saved Her Life? Not One; And Gratitude Is A Short Cut Which Speedily Leads To Love.

To Extract Beauty From One's Own Milieu Is One Of The Most Difficult Tasks Of Art.