I Feel An Army In My Fist.

Where There Is Much Freedom There Is Much Error.

Even Now, Nature Is The Only Flame, On Which The Poetic Spirit Feeds; From It Alone It Draws All Its Power, To It Alone It Speaks Even In The Artificial, In The Man Engaged In Culture.

Only Those Who Have The Patience To Do Simple Things Perfectly Will Acquire The Skill To Do Difficult Things Easily.

The Dictates Of The Heart Are The Voice Of Fate.

Love Guides The Stars Towards Each Other, The World Plan Endures Only Through Love.