Art is one thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.
Sins cut boldly up through every class in society, but mere misdemeanours show a certain level in life.
very young people are true but not resounding instruments.
The paradox of romantic love -- that what one possesses, one can no longer desire -- was at work.