If You've Never Eaten While Crying You

We Don't Get To Know Anything But What We Love.

I Bid The Chords Sweet Music Make, And All Must Follow In My Wake.

To Create Something You Must Be Something.

Self-love Exaggerates Our Faults As Well As Our Virtues.

If I Work Incessantly To The Last, Nature Owes Me Another Form Of Existence When The Present One Collapses.