The proper basis for marriage is a mutual misunderstanding.
The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing desultory wave Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand.
The morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium.
The world is made by the singer for the dreamer.
I was wrong. God's law is only Love.
It would leave no room for developments and I intend to develop in many directions.