There Is In All Artists A Little

The Triumph Of Justice Is The Only Peace.

Surely There Is Grandeur In Knowing That In The Realm Of Thought, At Least, You Are Without A Chain; That You Have The Right To Explore All Heights And Depth; That There Are No Walls Nor Fences, Nor Prohibited Places, Nor Sacred Corners In All The Vast Expanse Of Thought.

Death Is Only Perfect Rest.

Hope Is The Only Bee That Makes Honey Without Flowers.

As Long As A Man Lives He Should Study. Death Alone Has The Right To Dismiss The School.