The Most Fortunate Of Men, Be He

Superstition Is Rooted In A Much Deeper And More Sensitive Layer Of The Psyche Than Skepticism.

I Love Those Who Yearn For The Impossible.

In Art, The Best Is Good Enough.

If You Have A Great Work In Your Head, Nothing Else Thrives Near It; All Other Thoughts Are Repelled, And The Pleasure Of Life Itself Is For The Time Lost.

A Person Is Never Happy Till Their Vague Strivings Has Itself Marked Out Its Proper Limitations.