It Is Necessary To Sleep Upon The

We Should Not Touch Our Idols: Their Gilding Will Remain On Our Hands.

Stupidity Consists In Wanting To Reach Conclusions. We Are A Thread, And We Want To Know The Whole Cloth.

Love, To Her, Was Something Hat Comes Suddenly, Like A Blinding Flash Of Lightening - A Heaven-sent Storm Hurled Into Life, Uprooting It, Sweeping Every Will Before It Like A Leaf, Engulfing All Feelings.

I Believe That If One Always Looked At The Skies, One Would End Up With Wings.

Art Is Nothing Without Form.