Love Is A Springtime Plant That Perfumes

Reality Does Not Conform To The Ideal, But Confirms It.

The Artist Must Be In His Work As God Is In Creation, Invisible And All-powerful; One Must Sense Him Everywhere But Never See Him.

Only Three Things Are Infinite. The Sky In Its Stars, The Sea In Its Drops Of Water, And The Heart In Its Tears.

One Arrives At Style Only With Atrocious Effort, With Fanatical And Devoted Stubbornness.

Adultery ... Could Be As Banal As Marriage.