Art Is Indeed Not The

There Are Souls Which Fall From Heaven Like Flowers, But Ere They Bloom Are Crushed Under The Foul Tread Of Some Brutal Hoof.

Fancy Rules Over Two Thirds Of The Universe, The Past, And Future, While Reality Is Confined To The Present

Only Deeds Give Strength To Life, Only Moderation Gives It Charm.

I Have Made As Much Out Of Myself As Could Be Made Of The Stuff, And No Man Should Require More.

Our Birthdays Are Feathers In The Broad Wing Of Time.