There Is No History; Only Biography.

Love Is The Bright Foreigner, The Foreign Self.

In The Sublimest Flights Of The Soul, Rectitude Is Never Surmounted, Love Is Never Outgrown.

Meek Young Men Grow Up In Libraries.

Art Is Not To Be Found By Touring To Egypt, China, Or Peru; If You Cannot Find It At Your Own Door, You Will Never Find It.

If You Believe In Fate, Believe In It, At Least, For Your Good.