Artists Are Fiery; They Do Not Weep.

To Play Without Passion Is Inexcusable!

Applaud My Friends, The Comedy Is Over... [on His Death Bed]

How Glad I Am To Be Able To Roam In The Wood And Thicket, Among Trees And Flowers And Rocks ... In The Country, Every Tree Seems To Speak To Me, Saying, "holy! Holy", In The Woods, There Is Enchantment Which Expresses All Things.

There Is No Loftier Mission Than To Approach The Godhead More Nearly Than Other Mortals, And By Means Of That Contact To Spread The Rays Of The Godhead Through The Human Race.

I Can Do Nothing But Think Of You... What Have You Done To Me? Can't You Remove The Spell You Have Cast Over Me?