All Roads Are Long Which Lead To

All Roads Are Long Which Lead To One's Heart's Desire.

I Can't Imagine A Human Being So Hard Up For Something To Do As To Quarrel With Me.

The End (goal) Of Art Is To Figure The Hidden Meaning Of Things And Not Their Appearance; For In This Profound Truth Lies Their True Reality, Which Does Not Appear In Their External Outlines.

The Sea Never Changes And Its Works, For All The Talks Of Men, Are Wrapped In Mystery.

As A General Rule, A Reputation Is Built On Manner As Much As On Achievement.