There Is An Old Saying "well Begun

I Will Clamber Through The Clouds And Exist.

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever.

If I Should Die, I Have Left No Immortal Work Behind Me — Nothing To Make My Friends Proud Of My Memory — But I Have Loved The Principle Of Beauty In All Things, And If I Had Had Time I Would Have Made Myself Remembered.

Knowledge Enormous Makes A God Of Me.

My Imagination Is A Monastery And I Am Its Monk.