We Cannot Tear Out A Single Page

Our Work Can Never Be Better Than We Are Ourselves.

I Say, I Believe, That One Must Love With All Of One's Being.

I See Upon Their Noble Brows The Seal Of The Lord, For They Were Born Kings Of The Earth Far More Truly Than Those Who Possess It Only From Having Bought It.

The Brain Is A Tool That Gets Rusty Without Constant, Albeit Moderate, Exercise.

Art Belongs To All Times And To All Countries; Its Special Benefit Is Precisely To Be Still Living When Everything Else Seems Dying; That Is Why Providence Shields It From Too Personal Or Too General Passions, And Grants It A Patient And Persevering Organization, Durable Sensibility, And The Contemplative Sense In Which Lies Invincible Faith.