... so in love the heart surrenders itself entirely to the one being that has known how to touch it. That being is not selected; it is recognised and obeyed.
George SantayanaA man's memory may almost become the art of continually varying and misrepresenting his past, according to his interest in the present.
George SantayanaIf all art aspires to the condition of music, all the sciences aspire to the condition of mathematics.
George Santayana