The Rose Is Wont With Pride To

Individuality Of Expression Is The Beginning And End Of All Art.

The Christian Religion, Though Scattered And Abroad Will In The End Gather Itself Together At The Foot Of The Cross.

Beware Of Her Fair Hair, For She Excels All Women In The Magic Of Her Locks; And When She Winds Them Round A Young Man's Neck, She Will Not Ever Set Him Free Again.

Care Is Taken That Trees Do Not Grow Into The Sky.

If You Don't Feel It, You'll Never Achieve It.