To love someone means to see them as God intended them.

The greatest good you can do for another is not just share your riches$$$ but to reveal to him his own.

What remains is solitude.

Life changes in the instant. The ordinary instant.

To believe in the heroic makes heroes.

Sadness was so claustrophobic.

Art is either plagiarism or revolution.

Black evil is outlined clearest to our eyes by the blaze of virtue.

Everybody dies. The thing is$$$ to have a life before we die.

Knowledge is a burden -- once taken up$$$ it can never be discarded.