Every Artist Is An Unhappy

Love Is The Source Of Our Greatest Errors; But When It Is Even Partially Refined It Is The Energy And The Passion Of The Soul In Its Search For Good, The Force That Joins Us To Good And Joins Us To The World Through Good. Its Existence Is The Unmistakable Sign That We Are Spiritual Creatures, Attracted By Excellence And Made For The Good. It Is A Reflection Of The Warmth And Light Of The Sun.

There Is No Triumph Of Good, And If There Were It Would Not Be A Triumph Of Good.

Every Book Is The Wreck Of A Perfect Idea.

My Heart Was Beating Like An Army On The March.

A Middling Talent Makes For A More Serene Life.