Oh, Happy He Who Still Hopes He

Give Shape, Artist! Don't Talk! Your Poem Be But A Breath.

Since I Have Heard Often Enough That Everyone In The End Has His Own Religion, Nothing Seemed More Natural To Me Than To Fashion My Own.

Many People Take No Care Of Their Money Till They Come Nearly To The End Of It, And Others Do Just The Same With Their Time.

The Arts Are The Salt Of The Earth; As Salt Relates To Food, The Arts Relate To Technology.

Mastery Passes Often For Egotism.