The Object Of Art Is To Give

Death Is Beautiful. It Alone Gives Love Its True Habitat.

Tragedy Is Clean, It Is Restful, It Is Flawless.

Life Isn't What You Think It Is. It's Like Water, And The Young Let It Trickle Away Between Their Fingers Without Even Noticing. Cup Your Hands, Keep It Safe. Life Eventually Becomes Something Else, Something Hard, Something Simple, Something You Can Hold In Your Hand And Nibble On Contentedly As You Sit In The Sun.

It Takes A Certain Courage And A Certain Greatness Even To Be Truly Base.

Beauty Is One Of The Rare Things That Do Not Lead To Doubt Of God.