In Every Artist There Is A Touch

Yet He Who Grasps The Moment's Gift, He Is The Proper Man.

Care Is Taken That Trees Do Not Grow Into The Sky.

Stupidity Is Without Anxiety.

My Counsel Is, To Force Nothing, And Rather To Trifle And Sleep Away All Unproductive Days And Hours, Than On Such Days To Compose Something That Will Afterwards Give No Pleasure.

I Laugh At My Heart, And Do Its Will