It Is Not Peace We

Science Is The Poetry Of The Intellect And Poetry The Science Of The Heart's Affections.

The National Characteristics... The Restless Metaphysical Curiosity, The Tenderness Of Good Living And The Passionate Individualism. This Is The Invisible Constant In A Place With Which The Ordinary Tourist Can Get In Touch Just By Sitting Quite Quietly Over A Glass Of Wine In A Paris Bistro.

It Is Not Love That Is Blind, But Jealousy.

Religion Is Simply Art Bastardized Out Of All Recognition.

People Only See In Us The Contemptible Skirt-fever Which Rules Our Actions But Completely Miss The Beauty-hunger Underlying It.