I have always thought it would be easier to redeem a man steeped in vice and crime than a greedy, narrow-minded, pitiless merchant.

There are more things to admire in men than to despise.

There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

Am well. Thinking of you always. Love

You make the mistake of thinking you have to choose, that you have to do what you want, that there are conditions for happiness. What matters — all that matters, really is the will to happiness, a kind of enormous, ever present consciousness. The rest - women , art, success — is nothing but excuses. A canvas waiting for our embroideries.

The work of art is born of the intelligence's refusal to reason the concrete. It marks the triumph of the carnal.