All Roads Lead To Rome, And There

You Are Good For Nothing Unless You Are Clever.

In Museums And Palaces We Are Alternate Radicals And Conservatives.

Art Requires, Above All Things, A Suppression Of Self, A Subordination Of One's Self To An Idea.

Oxford Lends Sweetness To Labour And Dignity To Leisure.

I Don't Care About Anything But You, And That's Enough For The Present. I Want You To Be Happy--not To Think Of Anything Sad; Only To Feel That I'm Near You And I Love You. Why Should There Be Pain? In Such Hours As This What Have We To Do With Pain? That's Not The Deepest Thing; There's Something Deeper.