Men are apt to idolize or fear that which they cannot understand, especially if it be a woman.
One may receive the information but miss the teaching.
In a sick world, it is the first duty of the artist to get well.
It takes a well-spent lifetime, and perhaps more, to crystalize in us that for which we exist.
We start with gifts. Merit comes from what we make of them.
There is no such thing as happiness. Life bends joy and pain, beauty and ugliness, in such a way that no one may isolate them. No one should want to. Perfect joy, or perfect pain, with no contrasting element to define them, would mean a monotony of consciousness, would mean death