No Human Being Can Control Love, And

Gossiping Is The Plague Of Little Towns.

... Love Is Too Delicate A Flower To Rise Again When One Has Trampled It Under Foot.

... Everyone's Free To Embark On Either A Great Clipper Or A Little Fishing Boat. An Artist Is An Explorer Who Oughtn't To Shrink From Anything: It Doesn't Matter Whether He Goes To The Left Or The Right -- His Goal Sanctifies All.

You May Impose Silence Upon Me, But You Can Not Prevent Me From Thinking.

The Artist Vocation Is To Send Light Into The Human Heart.