A great love is an absolute isolation and an absolute absorption.
Belief of some sort is the lifeblood of Art.
The heart of silver falls ever into the hands of brass. The sensitive herb is eaten as grass by the swine.
I do not wish to be a coward like the father of mankind and throw the blame upon a woman.
Women hope that the dead love may revive; but men know that of all dead things none are so past recall as a dead passion.
Christianity is a formula: it is nothing more.