Mere Enthusiasm Is The All In All...

The Ignorant Insults Of Individuals Will Not Hinder Me From Doing My Duty To My Art

A Dog Starved At His Master's Gate Predicts The Ruin Of The State.

Each Man Is Haunted Until His Humanity Awakens.

The Spirits Of The Air Live On The Smells Of Fruit; And Joy, With Pinions Light, Roves Round The Gardens, Or Sits Singing In The Trees.

Little Fly, Thy Summer's Play My Thoughtless Hand Has Brushed Away. Am Not I A Fly Like Thee? Or Art Not Thou A Man Like Me? For I Dance And Drink And Sing, Till Some Blind Hand Shall Brush My Wing!