Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.

I am not in the world to care for my life, but for souls.

History has its truth; and so has legend hers.

One only needs to see a smile in a white crape bonnet in order to enter the palace of dreams.

He had not yet lived long enough to have discovered that nothing is more close at hand then the impossible, and that what must be looked for is always the unforeseen.

The jostling of young minds against each other has this wonderful attribute, that one can never foresee the spark, nor predict the flash. What will spring up in a moment? Nobody knows.

Style is the substance of the subject called unceasingly to the surface.