Born Of The Sensibility, Art

Modesty Is The Delicate Form Of Hypocrisy.

The Pleasure Of Being A Scoundrel Can Be Adequately Savored In Silence.

We Live Less And Less, And We Learn More And More. Sensibility Is Surrendering To Intelligence.

The Ever-present Phenomenon Ceases To Exist For Our Senses. It Was A City Dweller, Or A Prisoner, Or A Blind Man Suddenly Given His Sight, Who First Noted Natural Beauty.

If The Secret Of Being A Bore Is To Tell All, The Secret Of Pleasing Is To Say Just Enough To Be -not Understood, But Divined.