The May Of Life Blooms Once And

That Which Is So Universal As Death Must Be A Benefit.

Art Is Difficult, Transient Is Her Reward.

It Is Not Flesh And Blood, But Heart Which Makes Us Fathers And Sons.

I Feel An Army In My Fist.

If You Have Never Seen Beauty In A Moment Of Suffering, You Have Never Seen Beauty At All. If You Have Never Seen Joy In A Beautiful Face, You Have Never Seen Joy At All.