Truth Makes Many Appeals, Not The Least

If I Were To Begin My Life Again, I Should Want It As It Was. I Would Only Open My Eyes A Little More.

There Are Places And Moments In Which One Is So Completely Alone That One Sees The World Entire.

How Describe The Delicate Thing That Happens When A Brilliant Insect Alights On A Flower? Words, With Their Weight, Fall Upon The Picture Like Birds Of Prey.

I Am Never Bored; To Be Bored Is An Insult To One's Self.

We Are In The World To Laugh. In Purgatory Or In Hell We Shall No Longer Be Able To Do So. And In Heaven It Would Not Be Proper.