Sorrow Is A Fruit. God Does Not

God Made Only Water, But Man Made Wine.

The Wise Man Does Not Grow Old, But Ripens.

I Am A Soul. I Know Well That What I Shall Render Up To The Grave Is Not Myself. That Which Is Myself Will Go Elsewhere. Earth, Thou Art Not My Abyss!

The Owl Goes Not Into The Nest Of The Lark.

The True Artist Can Only Labor Con Amore.