Patience Is Eternal Genius

The Power Of One Fair Face Makes My Love Sublime, For It Has Weaned My Heart From Low Desires.

The Idea Is There Locked Inside. All You Have To Do Is Remove The Excess Stone.

Let Whoever May Have Attained To So Much As To Have The Power Of Drawing Know That He Holds A Great Treasure.

Led By Long Years To My Last Hours, Too Late, O World, I Know Your Joys For What They Are. You Promise A Peace Which Is Not Yours To Give And The Repose That Dies Before It Is Born. The Years Of Fear And Shame To Which Heaven Now Set A Term, Renew Nothing In Me But The Old Sweet Error In Which, Living Overlong A Man Kills His Soul With No Gain To His Body. I Say And I Know Having Put It To The Proof, That He Has The Better Part In Heaven Whose Death Falls Nearest His Birth.

The Greatest Risk To Man Is Not That He Aims To High And Misses, But That He Aims To Low And Hits.