Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature.

A Sublime Soul Can Rise To All Kinds Of Greatness, But By An Effort; It Can Tear Itself From All Bondage, To All That Limits And Constrains It, But Only By Strength Of Will. Consequently The Sublime Soul Is Only Free By Broken Efforts.

A Gloomy Guest Fits Not A Wedding Feast.

Art Is Difficult, Transient Is Her Reward.

To Live Is To Dream, And To Dream Pleasantly Is To Be Wise.

The Happy Man Does Not Notice The Flight Of Time.