Colors Are Light's Suffering And Joy

Everything Great And Intelligent Is In The Minority

If I Work Incessantly To The Last, Nature Owes Me Another Form Of Existence When The Present One Collapses.

It Is Impossible That Beauty Should Ever Distinctly Appreciate Itself.

[w]hat Counts Is That One Perceives Excellence And Dares To Give It Expression, Which Sounds Little But Is In Fact A Great Deal.

My Inheritance How Lordly Wide And Fair; Time Is My Fair Seed-field, To Time I'm Heir.