A great artist is always before his time or behind it.
Faith goes out through the window when beauty comes in at the door.
A man travels the world in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.
The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden a dim twilight and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels but I have seen thee and thou art enough.