No Human Creature Can Give Orders To

It Is Extraordinary How Music Sends One Back Into Memories Of The Past.

The Intellect Seeks, The Heart Finds.

Where Love Is Absent There Can Be No Woman.

I Have An Object, A Task, Let Me Say The Word, A Passion. The Profession Of Writing Is A Violent And Almost Indestructible One.

I Regard As A Mortal Sin Not Only The Lying Of The Senses In Matters Of Love, But Also The Illusion Which The Senses Seek To Create Where Love Is Only Partial. I Say, I Believe, That One Must Love With All Of One's Being, Or Else Live, Come What May, A Life Of Complete Chastity.