One Must Die To Life In Order

Thought That Can Merge Wholly Into Feeling, Feeling That Can Merge Wholly Into Thought - These Are The Artist's Highest Joy.

He Probably Was Mediocre After All, Though In A Very Honorable Sense Of That Word.

What Good Would Politics Be, If It Didn’t Give Everyone The Opportunity To Make Moral Compromises.

Solitude Produces Originality, Bold And Astonishing Beauty, Poetry. But Solitude Also Produces Perverseness, The Disproportianate, The Absurd And The Forbidden.

A Man’s Dying Is More The Survivors’ Affair Than His Own.