To Know A Truth Well, One Must

Friendship, Love, And Piety Ought To Be Handled With A Sort Of Mysterious Secrecy; They Ought To Be Spoken Of Only In The Rare Moments Of Perfect Confidence, To Be Mutually Understood In Silence. Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be Thought; Many More, To Be Spoken.

The Artist Stands On The Human Being As A Statue Does On A Pedestal.

We Never Completely Comprehend Ourselves, But We Can Do Far More Than Comprehend.

Many Books Are Longer Than They Seem. They Have Indeed No End. The Boredom That They Cause Is Truly Absolute And Infinite.

We Touch Heaven When We Lay Our Hand On A Human Body!