I Feel More Fellowship With The Defeated

There Is A Solitude In Poverty, But A Solitude Which Restores To Each Thing Its Value.

Beauty Is Unbearable, Drives Us To Despair, Offering Us For A Minute The Glimpse Of An Eternity That We Should Like To Stretch Out Over The Whole Of Time.

The Harshest Winter Finds An Invincible Summer In Us.

The Most Exhausting Effort In My Life Has Been To Suppress My Own Nature In Order To Make It Serve My Biggest Plans.

Beauty, No Doubt, Does Not Make Revolutions. But A Day Will Come When Revolutions Will Have Need Of Beauty.