Tolerance is a very dull virtue. It is boring. Unlike love, it has always had a bad press. It is negative. It merely means putting up with people, being able to stand things.
Money pads the edges of things.
Italy and London are the only places where I don't feel to exist on sufferance.
God is not Love in the East. He is Power, although Mercy may temper it.
Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
Without form, the sensitiveness vanishes.