The Brute Necessity Of Believing Something So

The Soul, Too Has Her Virginity And Must Bleed A Little Before Bearing Fruit.

The Wonder Of An Artist's Performance Grows With The Range Of His Penetration, With The Instinctive Sympathy That Makes Him, In His Mortal Isolation, Considerate Of Other Men's Fate And A Great Diviner Of Their Secret, So That His Work Speaks To Them Kindly, With A Deeper Assurance Than They Could Have Spoken With To Themselves.

The Constant Demands Of The Heart And The Belly Can Allow Man Only An Incidental Indulgence In The Pleasures Of The Eye And The Understanding.

People Never Believe In Volcanoes Until The Lava Actually Overtakes Them.

Unmitigated Seriousness Is Always Out Of Place In Human Affairs.