Art Needs No Spur Beyond

The Real, Native South Seas Food Is Lousy. You Can't Eat It.

Nothing Is Really Small; Whoever Is Open To The Deep Penetration Of Nature Knows This.

All The Forces In The World Are Not So Powerful As An Idea Whose Time Has Come.

Are You Afraid Of The Good You Might Do?

We May Remark In Passing That To Be Blind And Beloved May, In This World Where Nothing Is Perfect, Be Among The Most Strangely Exquisite Forms Of Happiness. The Supreme Happiness In Life Is The Assurance Of Being Loved; Of Being Loved For Oneself, Even In Spite Of Oneself; And This Assurance The Blind Man Possesses. In His Affliction, To Be Served Is To Be Caressed. Does He Lack Anything? No. Possessing Love He Is Not Deprived Of Light. A Love, Moreover, That Is Wholly Pure. There Can Be No Blindness Where There Is This Certainty.