Nothing Is Menial Where There Is Love.

Purposeless Activity May Be A Phase Of Death.

An Artist Is Always Seeking Revelation.

She Had Always Been Too Wise To Tell Him All She Thought And Felt, Knowing By Some Intuition Of Her Own Womanhood That No Man Wants To Know Everything Of Any Woman.

You Seem To Grieve For What Is Not So ... And There Is No Need To Let Your Heart Run Ahead Into Evils That May Never Come.

Destructiveness Comes Only When Life Isn't Lived. People Who Can Live Their Lives Don't Destroy Themselves.