Here Pity Only Lives When It Is

Oh Blind! Oh Ignorant, Self-seeking Cupidity Which Spurs Us So In The Short Mortal Life And Steeps Us So Through All Eternity!

Stand Firm As The Tower That Never Shakes Its Top Whatever Wind May Blow.

Art, As Far As It Is Able, Follows Nature, As A Pupil Imitates His Master; Thus Your Art Must Be, As It Were, God's Grandchild.

He Who Know Most Grieves Most For Wasted Time.

Love And The Gentle Heart Are But The Same Thing.