... When We Are Misunderstood It Is

One Approaches The Journey's End. But The End Is A Goal, Not A Catastrophe.

The Prayers Of A Lover Are More Imperious Than The Menaces Of The Whole World

Simplicity Is The Most Difficult Thing To Secure In This World; It Is The Last Limit Of Experience And The Last Effort Of Genius.

Age Continually Alters The Faces Of Those Who Think Or Study, And So Their Portraits Differ From One Another And Don't Even Resemble Them For Very Long. I Dream So Much And Live So Little That I'm Sometimes Only Three Years Old. But The Next Day I'm Three Hundred, If The Dream Has Been Sombre.

Once My Heart Was Captured, Reason Was Shown The Door, Deliberately And With A Sort Of Frantic Joy. I Accepted Everything, I Believed Everything, Without Struggle, Without Suffering, Without Regret, Without False Shame. How Can One Blush For What One Adores?