The End-purpose Of All Art Is Enjoyment!

For The Will And Not The Gift Makes The Giver.

Nothing Under The Sun Is Ever Accidental.

It Is Not Children Only That One Feeds With Fairy Tales.

How Can Such Deep-imprinted Images Sleep In Us At Times, Till A Word, A Sound, Awake Them?

With A Clear Sky, A Bright Sun, And A Gentle Breeze, You Will Have Friends In Plenty; But Let Fortune Frown, And The Firmament Be Overcast, And Then Your Friends Will Prove Like The Strings Of The Lute, Of Which You Will Tighten Ten Before You Find One That Will Bear The Stretch And Keep The Pitch.