Love will not serve those who do not live for her, and in her, and to whom she is not the breath of life.

Life must be lived with courage, with climbing and risks, else there is no happiness, no hope, no true success, no future.

Realism and art cannot live together.

Love will not serve those who do not live for her, and in her, and to whom she is not the breath of life.

All the time nature is trying to tell us things and we blur her greatness with our little thoughts, our feebleness and flesh.

Love is jealous that any should come before her, or after. She would be all in all. If a man will trust her and live in her, he shall know all things.

It is a happy woman when the spirit time is come, that finds herself in the presence of a good man.