When I was young, I was no one. Now, I'm worldwilde.
Behind the perfection of a man's style, must lie the passion of a man's soul.
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone.
Veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted, and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them, and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern.
To live in this world is a rare thing; most people just exist.