You, Stupid One, Who Believe In Laws

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.

It Is A Mistake To Regard Age As A Downhill Grade Toward Dissolution. The Reverse Is True. As One Grows Older, One Climbs With Surprising Strides.

... Love Is Too Delicate A Flower To Rise Again When One Has Trampled It Under Foot.

I Know That I Have Found Fulfillment. I Have An Object In Life, A Task ... A Passion.

We Must Have A Passion In Life.