When You Praise Someone You Call Yourself

The Question "from Where Does The Poet Get It?" Addresses Only The What, Nobody Learns Anything About The How When Asking That Question.

The Little That Is Completed, Vanishes From The Sight Of One Who Looks Forward To What Is Still To Do.

Colors Are Light's Suffering And Joy

If One Has Not Read The Newspapers For Some Months And Then Reads Them All Together, One Sees, As One Never Saw Before, How Much Time Is Wasted With This Kind Of Literature.

A Man Should Hear A Little Music, Read A Little Poetry, And See A Fine Picture Every Day Of His Life, In Order That Worldly Cares May Not Obliterate The Sense Of The Beautiful Which God Has Implanted In The Human Soul.