I See Myself As Rhoda, Not Mary

Love Is The Source Of Our Greatest Errors; But When It Is Even Partially Refined It Is The Energy And The Passion Of The Soul In Its Search For Good, The Force That Joins Us To Good And Joins Us To The World Through Good. Its Existence Is The Unmistakable Sign That We Are Spiritual Creatures, Attracted By Excellence And Made For The Good. It Is A Reflection Of The Warmth And Light Of The Sun.

Only The Very Greatest Art Invigorates Without Consoling.

All Art Is The Struggle To Be, In A Particular Sort Of Way, Virtuous.

The Sin Of Pride May Be A Small Or A Great Thing In Someone's Life, And Hurt Vanity A Passing Pinprick, Or A Self-destroying Or Ever Murderous Obsession.

Falling Out Of Love Is Very Enlightening. For A Short While You See The World With New Eyes.