Weep, For The Light Is Dead.

Why Should I Deem Myself To Be A Chisel, When I Could Be The Artist?

He Who Neglects The Present Moment Throws Away All He Has.

What The Inner Voice Says Will Not Disappoint The Hoping Soul.

I Feel That I Am A Man Of Destiny.

It Is Criminal To Steal A Purse, Daring To Steal A Fortune, A Mark Of Greatness To Steal A Crown. The Blame Diminishes As The Guilt Increases.