All those who come in contact with his [Christ's] personality, even though they may neither bow to his altar or kneel before his priest, in some way find that the ugliness of their sin is taken away and the beauty of their sorrow is revealed to them.
Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.
What you have told me is quite a romance, a romance of art one might call it, and the worst of having a romance of any kind is that it leaves one so unromantic.
Each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved.
I hope it did not end happily? I don't like novels that end happily. They depress me so much.
I will not bare my soul to their shallow prying eyes. My heart shall never be put under their microscope.