Art Is Born Of The Observation And

As I Breathe, I Hope.

The Gods Attend To Great Matters, They Neglect Small Ones.

The Hours Pass And The Days And The Months And The Years, And The Past Time Never Returns.

It Is Our Own Evil Thoughts Which Madden Us.

Nor Am I Ashamed, As Some Are, To Confess My Ignorance Of Those Matters With Which I Am Unacquainted.