To Love Is The Half Of To

He Had, They Said, Tasted In Succession All The Apples Of The Tree Of Knowledge, And, Whether From Hunger Or Disgust, Had Ended By Tasting The Forbidden Fruit.

Art Needs No Spur Beyond Itself.

There Are No Trifles In The Human Story, No Trifling Leaves On The Tree.

One Believes Others Will Do What He Will Do To Himself.

The Smaller It Is The Heart, More Hatred Houses.