Love is ever the beginning of knowledge as fire is of light.
No pressure, no diamonds.
Great souls are always loyally submissive, reverent to what is over them: only small mean souls are otherwise.
Nature alone is antique, and the oldest art a mushroom.
There is but one thing without honor, smitten with eternal barrenness, inability to do or to be,-insincerity, unbelief.
I don't pretend to understand the Universe - it's a great deal bigger than I am.