Horror Causes Men To Clench Their Fists,

Good Taste" Is A Virtue Of The Keepers Of Museums. If You Scorn Bad Taste, You Will Have Neither Painting Nor Dancing, Neither Palaces Nor Gardens.

I Am Very Fond Of Sunsets. Come, Let Us Go Look At A Sunset.

You - You Alone Will Have The Stars As No One Else Has Them...in One Of The Stars I Shall Be Living. In One Of Them I Shall Be Laughing. And So It Will Be As If All The Stars Were Laughing, When You Look At The Sky At Night...you - Only You - Will Have Stars That Can Laugh.

When Faith Burns Itself Out, 'tis God Who Dies And Thenceforth Proves Unavailing.

You Become Responsible, Forever, For What You Have Tamed.