I wonder whether art has a higher function than to make me feel, appreciate, and enjoy natural objects for their art value?

One can repent even of having repented.

A complete life may be one ending in so full an identification with the oneself that there is no self left to die.

Miracles happen to those who believe in them.

Pessimism like calumny is easy to do, and attracts immediate attention. The gossiper and the writer may find this out soon enough, and a little encouragement from the current mood will procure them successes that bring endless imitators in their trail. On the other hand saying good things about life in general and individuals in particular and making it interesting is a serious task which few can achieve with credit.

I never felt that there was anything enviable in youth. I cannot recall that any of us, as youths, admired our condition to excess or had a desire to prolong it.

I wonder whether art has a higher function than to make me feel, appreciate, and enjoy natural objects for their art value?