Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness?
To note an artist's limitations is but to define his talent.
The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity.
It takes a great deal of experience to become natural.
The soul cannot be humbled by fasts and prayer; it must be broken by mortal sin to experience forgiveness of sin and rise to a state of grace. Otherwise, religion is nothing but dead logic.
They ravaged neither the rivers nor the forest, and if they irrigated, they took as little water as would serve their needs. The land and all that it bore they treated with consideration; not attempting to improve it, they never desecrated it.