When The Striving Ceases, There Is Life

A Human Soul Devoid Of Longing Was A Soul Deformed, Deprived Of Its Highest Good, Sick Unto Death.

It Wasn't That He Was Specially Ungenerous But That He Put Things Off To Give His Generosity A Longer And More Significant Route.

Any Artist Should Be Grateful For A Naive Grace Which Puts Him Beyond The Need To Reason Elaborately.

At Moments I Dislike Having A Face, A Nose, Lips, Because He Has Them.

The Best And Purest Human Beings, From The Beginning Of Time, Have Understood That Life Is Sacred.