Wisdom comes with winters

Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight For the greatest tragedy of them all Is never to feel the burning light.

You and I will always be friends." "Yet you poisoned me with a book once. I should not forgive that.

Science is out of the reach of morals, for her eyes are fixed upon eternal truths. Art is out of the reach of morals, for her eyes are fixed upon things beautiful and immortal and ever-changing.

There were moments when he looked on evil simply as a mode through which he could realize his conception of the beautiful.

Music is the art... which most completely realizes the artistic idea and is the condition to which all the other arts are constantly aspiring.

The one charm about the past is that it is the past. But women never know when the curtain has fallen.