I Get So Tired Of Moral Bookkeeping.

I've Been Called A Stylist Until I Really Could Tear My Hair Out. And I Simply Don't Believe In Style. The Style Is You.

Love Must Be Learned And Learned Again; There Is No End.

The Human Heart Is Not Yet So Corroded That It Can Read Off The Extinction Of These Two Men Without A Shock To The Very Roots Of Its Belief In Justice And Humanity.

Defeat In This World Is No Disgrace And That Is What They Cannot Understand. If You Really Fought Well And Fought For The Right Thing.

It Is My Firm Belief That All Our Lives We Are Preparing To Be Somebody Or Something, Even If We Don't Do It Consciously. And The Time Comes One Morning When You Wake Up And Find That You Have Become Irrevocably What You Were Preparing All This Time To Be.