I Wait For The Morning Of My

Come My Little One, And Give Me Your Hand.

He Who Would Reproach An Author For Obscurity Should Look Into His Own Mind To See Whether It Is Quite Clear There. In The Dusk The Plainest Writing Is Illegible.

In Art, The Best Is Good Enough.

Certain Flaws Are Necessary For The Whole. It Would Seem Strange If Old Friends Lacked Certain Quirks.

Happy The Man Who Early Learns The Wide Chasm That Lies Between His Wishes And His Powers.