To Contemplate Is To Look At Shadows.

If Nobody Loved, The Sun Would Go Out.

A Poet Is A World Enclosed In A Man.

That Men Saw His Mask, But The Bishop Saw His Face. That Men Saw His Life, But The Bishop Saw His Conscience.

Nature Is Pitiless; She Never Withdraws Her Flowers, Her Music, Her Fragrance, And Her Sunlight From Before Human Cruelty Or Suffering.

Puns Are The Droppings Of Soaring Wits.