The Loss Of Our Illusions Is The

The Fire Of True Enthusiasm Is Like The Fires Of Baku, Which No Water Can Ever Quench, And Which Burn Steadily On From Night To Day, And Year To Year, Because Their Well-spring Is Eternal.

Belief Of Some Sort Is The Lifeblood Of Art.

Music Is Not A Science Any More Than Poetry Is. It Is A Sublime Instinct, Like Genius Of All Kinds.

Christianity Has Ever Been The Enemy Of Human Love.

There Is A Self-evident Axiom, That She Who Is Born A Beauty Is Half Married.