History Has Its Truth; And

He Caught Her, She Fell, He Caught Her In His Arms, He Held Her Tightly Unconscious Of What He Was Doing. He Held Her Up, Though Tottering Himself. He Felt As If His Head Were Filled With Smoke; Flashes Of Light Slipped Through His Eyelids; His Thoughts Vanished; It Seemed To Him That He Was Performing A Religious Act, And That He Was Committing A Profanation. Moreover, He Did Not Feel One Passionate Desire For This Ravishing Woman, Whose Form He Felt Against His Heart. He Was Lost In Love.

In The Domain Of Art There Is No Light Without Heat.

For Prying Into Any Human Affairs, Non Are Equal To Those Whom It Does Not Concern.

If A Writer Wrote Merely For His Time, I Would Have To Break My Pen And Throw It Away.

They Say Love Is Blindness Of Heart; I Say Not To Love Is Blindness.