Every ist writes his own autobiography.
All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.
In philosophy, it is not the attainment of the goal that matters, it is the things that are met with by the way
The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw.
No faith is our own that we have not arduously won.
The aesthetic pleasure of dance is a secondary reflection of the primary, vital joy of courtship.