I Treat My Heart Like A Sick

True Art Can Only Spring From The Intimate Linking Of The Serious And The Playful.

Someday Perhaps The Inner Light Will Shine Forth From Us, And The We'll Need No Other Light.

Man Knows Himself Only Insofar As He Knows The World, Becoming Aware Of It If Only Within Himself, And Of Himself Self Only Within It. Each New Subject, Well Observed, Opens Up Within Us A New Organ Of Thought.

Only The Soul That Loves Is Happy

Habit Is The Most Imperious Of All Masters.