If We Must Suffer, Let Us Suffer

Good Actions Are The Invisible Hinges On The Doors Of Heaven.

No One Knows Like A Woman How To Say Things Which Are At Once Gentle And Deep.

Taste Is The Common Sense Of Genius.

How Did It Happen That Their Lips Came Together? How Does It Happen That Birds Sing, That Snow Melts, That The Rose Unfolds, That The Dawn Whitens Behind The Stark Shapes Of Trees On The Quivering Summit Of The Hill? A Kiss, And All Was Said.

Great Grief Is A Divine And Terrible Radiance Which Transfigures The Wretched.