In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects.
Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in thesky.
Those who draw their sustenance from science are blessed. It is for me to only derive an occasional pleasure. This is nothing worthy of conceit, but I am indeed touched by the joys. This book is an ode to such joys, a digest of my collections from various sources.
Dreams can never be made captive.
While God waits for His temple to be built of love, men bring stones.
To be constantly changing one's plans isn't decision at all-it's indecision.