Good Manners Require Space And Time.

What Mortal Is There, Over Whose First Joys And Happiness Does Not Break Some Storm, Dispelling With Its Icy Breath His Fanciful Illusions, And Shattering His Altar?

Modesty And Dew Love The Shade.

Ah! Let Us Love, My Love, For Time Is Heartless, Be Happy While You May!

An Artist Should Have More Than Two Eyes.

Life Is Too Short To Spare An Hour Of It In The Indulgence Of This Evil Passion.