Masterpieces Are Only Lucky Attempts.

Age Continually Alters The Faces Of Those Who Think Or Study, And So Their Portraits Differ From One Another And Don't Even Resemble Them For Very Long. I Dream So Much And Live So Little That I'm Sometimes Only Three Years Old. But The Next Day I'm Three Hundred, If The Dream Has Been Sombre.

Nothing Resembles Selfishness More Closely Than Self-respect

It Is A Mistake To Regard Age As A Downhill Grade Toward Dissolution. The Reverse Is True. As One Grows Older, One Climbs With Surprising Strides.

It Is Extraordinary How Music Sends One Back Into Memories Of The Past.

The Capacity For Passion Is Both Cruel And Divine.