In Hatred As In Love,

A Man Is At His Youngest When He Thinks He Is A Man, Not Yet Realizing That His Actions Must Show It.

An Audience Of Twenty Thousand, Sitting On Its Hands, Could Not Have Produced Such An Echoing Silence.

It Gives Me No Joy To Be Praised At The Expense Of A Better Artist, By Someone Who Does Not Know The Difference Or Who Thinks Me Too Vain To Be Aware Of It Myself.

There Is Madness In Youth, But Sometimes A God Inspires It.

One Might Have Supposed That The True Act Of Love Was To Lie Together And Talk.