In The Ardor Of Pursuit Men Soon

In The Case Of A Creative Mind, It Seems To Me, The Intellect Has Withdrawn Its Watchers From The Gates, And The Ideas Rush In Pell-mell And Only Then Does It Review And Inspect The Multitudes.

Happy He Who Learns To Bear What He Cannot Change.

The Happy Man Does Not Notice The Flight Of Time.

I Speak With The Eternal Through The Instrument Of Nature, Through The World's History: I Read The Soul Of The Artist In His Apollo.

Love Can Sun The Realms Of Night.