It's Not Life That Counts

Love Of Beauty Is Really Only The Sex Instinct, Which Nothing But Complete Union Satisfies.

One's Eyes Are What One Is, One's Mouth Is What One Becomes.

It Isn't Enough To Love People Because They're Good To You, Or Because In Some Way Or Other You're Going To Get Something By It. We Have To Love Because We Love Loving.

There Are Moments When Nature Reveals The Passion Hidden Beneath The Careless Calm Of Her Ordinary Moods-violent Spring Flashing White On Almond-blossom Through The Purple Clouds; A Snowy, Moonlit Peak, With Its Single Star, Soaring Up To The Passionate Blue; Or Against The Flames Of Sunset, An Old Yew-tree Standing Dark Guardian Of Some Fiery Secret.

When Man Evolved Pity, He Did A Queer Thing - Deprived Himself Of The Power Of Living Life As It Is Without Wishing It To Become Something Different.