A Picture's Beauty Does Not Depend On

Fashions, Being Themselves Begotten Of The Desire For Change, Are Quick To Change Also.

Death Is In Truth An Illness From Which We Recover

For Theories And Schools, Like Microbes And Corpuscles, Devour One Another And By Their Strife Ensure The Continuity Of Life.

The Truth Is That Every Morning War Is Declared Afresh. And The Men Who Wish To Continue It Are As Guilty As The Men Who Began It, More Guilty Perhaps, For The Latter Perhaps Did Not Foresee All Its Horrors.

Love...., Ever Unsatisfied, Lives Always In The Moment That Is About To Come.