As Soon As I Have Begun To

Art Is The Daughter Of Freedom.

Disappointments Are To The Soul What A Thunderstorm Is To The Air.

It Hinders The Creative Work Of The Mind If The Intellect Examines Too Closely The Ideas As They Pour In.

Measure Not By The Scale Of Perfection The Meager Product Of Reality.

No Greater Grief Than To Remember Days Of Gladness When Sorrow Is At Hand.