When We Love, It Is The Heart

God Multiplies Intelligence, Which Communicates Itself, Like Fire, Ad Infinitum. Light A Thousand Torches At One Touch, The Flame Remains Always The Same.

Grace Is In Garments, In Movements, In Manners; Beauty In The Nude, And In Forms. This Is True Of Bodies; But When We Speak Of Feelings, Beauty Is In Their Spirituality, And Grace In Their Moderation.

Remorse Is The Punishment Of Crime; Repentance, Its Expiation. The Former Appertains To A Tormented Conscience; The Latter To A Soul Changed For The Better.

The Essential Thing Is Not That There Be Many Truths In A Work, But That No Truth Be Abused.

There Are Single Thoughts That Contain The Essence Of A Whole Volume, Single Sentences That Have The Beauties Of A Large Work.