Every Man Who Is Not An Artist

I Have Conversed With The Spiritual Sun. I Saw Him On Primrose Hill

We Are Not Meant To Resolve All Contradictions But To Live With Them And Rise Above Them.

Why Cannot The Ear Be Closed To Its Own Destruction? Or The Glistening Eye To The Poison Of A Smile?

The Errors Of A Wise Man Make Your Rule Rather Than The Perfections Of A Fool.

The Busy Bee Has No Time For Sorrow.