Alive. Alive in the way that death is alive.
The dead live." "How do they live?" "By love.
The practise of an art is essential to the whole man, not because of what art is but because of what art does to the artist.
Love is the mystery between two people, not the identity.
In essence the Renaissance was simply the green end of one of civilization's hardest winters.
The power of women! I've never felt so full of mysterious power. Men are a joke. We're so weak physically, so helpless with things. Still, even today. But we're stronger than they are. We can stand their cruelty. They can't stand ours.