Those Who Search For Truth Are Too

Only A Writer Who Has The Sense Of Evil Can Make Goodness Readable.

It So Happened That Lucy, Who Found Daily Life Rather Chaotic, Entered A More Solid World When She Opened The Piano. She Was Then No Longer Either Deferential Or Patronizing; No Longer Either A Rebel Or A Slave.

The People I Respect Most Behave As If They Were Immortal And As If Society Was Eternal.

The Emotions May Be Endless. The More We Express Them, The More We May Have To Express.

Are Not Beauty And Delicacy The Same?