The more heart, the more sorrow.
The novel as we knew it in the nineteenth century was killed off by Proust and Joyce.
Our ideals, laws and customs should be based on the proposition that each generation in turn becomes the custodian rather than the absolute owner of our resources - and each generation has the obligation to pass this inheritance on in the future.
And we all know love is a glass which makes even a monster appear fascinating.
The ratio of literacy to illiteracy is constant, but nowadays the illiterates can read and write.
It is what we are forced to do that forms our character, not what we do of our own free will.
The less one notices happiness, the greater it is.
Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names. It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.
I just love crafting and shaping sounds. . . I like to breathe my own life into these sounds
True peace is a quality you carry within yourself, regardless of external circumstances.
The Royal Academy Summer Exhibition is very difficult to hang because it is so large and the quality is very varied. There are 1,200 works, an almost impossible number, some are interesting and some are not.