Sensuality Is The Death Of The Soul.

What Moralist Can Deny That Well-bred And Vicious People Are Much More Agreeable Than Their Virtuous Counterparts? Having Crimes To Atone For, They Provisionally Solicit Indulgence By Showing Leniency Toward The Defects Of Their Judges. Thus They Pass For Excellent Folk.

Love Is Perhaps No More Than Gratitude For Pleasure.

[raphael's] Great Superiority Is Due To The Instinctive Sense Which, In Him, Seems To Desire To Shatter Form. Form Is, In His Figures, What It Is In Ourselves, An Interpreter For The Communication Of Ideas And Sensations, An Exhaustless Source Of Poetic Inspiration. Every Figure Is A World In Itself, A Portrait Of Which The Original Appeared In A Sublime Vision, In A Flood Of Light, Pointed To By An Inward Voice, Laid Bare By A Divine Finger Which Showed What The Sources Of Expression Had Been In The Whole Past Life Of The Subject.

Necessity Is The Spur Of Genius.

If The Human Heart Sometimes Finds Moments Of Pause As It Ascends The Slopes Of Affection, It Rarely Halts On The Way Down.