If The Lion Was Advised By The

The Moon, Like A Flower In Heaven's High Bower, With Silent Delight Sits And Smiles On The Night.

I Was Angry With My Friend: I Told My Wrath, My Wrath Did End. I Was Angry With My Foe: I Told It Not, My Wrath Did Grow.

The Difference Between A Bad Artist And A Good One Is: The Bad Artist Seems To Copy A Great Deal; The Good One Really Does.

Mans Desires Are Limited By His Perceptions; None Can Desire What He Has Not Perceived.

This Life's Dim Windows Of The Soul Distorts The Heavens From Pole To Pole And Leads You To Believe A Lie When You See With, Not Through, The Eye.