The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.

“No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read itare n…”

“We are all of us imaginative in some form or other, for images are the brood of…”

“Here and there is born a Saint Theresa, foundress of nothing, whose loving hear…”

“We are on a perilous margin when we begin to look passively at our future selve…”