Upon The Demon-ridden Pilgrimage Of Human Life,

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.

Literature Could Be Said To Be A Sort Of Disciplined Technique For Arousing Certain Emotions.

There Is No Substitute For The Comfort Supplied By The Utterly Taken-for-granted Relationship.

The Cry Of Equality Pulls Everyone Down.

Art And Morality Are, With Certain Provisos…one. Their Essence Is The Same. The Essence Of Both Of Them Is Love. Love Is The Perception Of Individuals. Love Is The Extremely Difficult Realization That Something Other Than Oneself Is Real. Love, And So Art And Morals, Is The Discovery Of Reality.