Beauty Is A Perilous Gift.

In The End There Is Nothing To Be Done But To State Clearly What Has Been Done, Without Shame Or Regret, And Say: Here I Am, And This Is What I Am. Now Deal With Me As You See Fit. That Is Your Right. Mine Is To Stand By The Act, And Pay The Price. You Do What You Must Do, And Pay For It. So In The End All Things Are Simple.

Every Man Has Within Him Only One Life And One Nature ... It Behooves A Man To Look Within Himself And Turn To The Best Dedication Possible Those Endowments He Has From His Maker. You Do No Wrong In Questioning What Once You Held To Be Right For You, If Now It Has Come To Seem Wrong. Put Away All Thought Of Being Bound. We Do Not Want You Bound. No One Who Is Not Free Can Give Freely.

You'll Never Get To Be A Saint If You Deny The Bit Of The Devil In You.

Beauty Is A Perilous Gift.

Every Spring Is The Only Spring, A Perpetual Astonishment.