It is well to remember that grammar is common speech formulated.
There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.
When you are young you take the kindness people show you as your right.
The artist produces for the liberation of his soul.
It seems that the creative faculty and the critical faculty cannot exist together in their highest perfection.
What do we any of us have but our illusions? And what do we ask of others but that we be allowed to keep them?