The Artist Has A Twofold Relation To

Nature Goes Her Own Way, And All That To Us Seems An Exception Is Really According To Order.

Sweet Moonlight, Shining Full And Clear, Why Do You Light My Torture Here? How Often Have You Seen Me Toil, Burning Last Drops Of Midnight Oil. On Books And Papers As I Read, My Friend, Your Mournful Light You Shed. If Only I Could Flee This Den And Walk The Mountain-tops Again, Through Moonlit Meadows Make My Way, In Mountain Caves With Spirits Play - Released From Learning's Musty Cell, Your Healing Dew Would Make Me Well!

The Right Man Is The One Who Seizes The Moment.

Several Classical Sayings That One Likes To Repeat Had Quite A Different Meaning From The Ones Later Times Attributed To Them.

If Only These Treasures Were Not So Fragile As They Are Precious And Beautiful.