I have not stopped loving that which is sacred in this world.
Am well. Thinking of you always. Love
If it adapts itself to what the majority of our society wants, art will be a meaningless recreation.
No ends, simply means.
All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning.
After another moment's silence she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason.