Time extracts various values from a painter's work. When these values are exhausted the pictures are forgotten and the more a picture has to give the greater it is.
Who loves raves.
Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure there is no sterner...
Truth is always strange stranger than fiction.
For truth is always strange stranger than fiction.
There is no reciprocity. Men love women. Women love children. Children...
Loving, like prayer, is a power as well as a process. It’s curative....
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.