As If A Woman Ever

The Ballet. I Saw In The Fugitive Beauty Of A Dancer's Gesture A Symbol Of Life. It Was Achieved At The Cost Of Unending Effort But, With All The Forces Of Gravity Against It, A Fleeting Poise In Mid-air, A Lovely Attitude Worthy To Be Made Immortal In A Bas-relief, It Was Lost As Soon As It Was Gained And There Remained No More Than The Memory Of An Exquisite Emotion. So Life, Lived Variously And Largely, Becomes A Work Of Art Only When Brought To Its Beautiful Conclusion And Is Reduced To Nothingness In The Moment When It Arrives At Perfection.

The Important Thing Was To Love Rather Than To Be Loved.

Writing Is The Supreme Solace.

The Dead Look So Terribly Dead When They're Dead.

The Most Useful Thing About A Principle Is That It Can Always Be Sacrificed To Expediency.