Destiny Grants Us Our Wishes, But In

After All, Poets Shouldn't Be Their Own Interpreters And Shouldn't Carefully Dissect Their Poems Into Everyday Prose; That Would Mean The End Of Being Poets. Poets Send Their Creations Into The World, It Is Up To The Reader, The Aesthetician, And The Critic To Determine What They Wanted To Say With Their Creations.

Who Is The Wisest Man? He Who Neither Knows Or Wishes For Anything Else Than What Happens.

You Acquire A Language Most Readily In The Country Where It Is Spoken; You Study Mineralogy Best Among Miners; And So With Everything Else.

The Highest Problem Of Any Art Is To Cause By Appearance The Illusion Of A Higher Reality.

Nature Is The Living, Visible Garment Of God.