Art Is The Right Hand

When The Measured Dance Of The Hours Brings Back The Happy Smile Of Spring, The Buried Dead Is Born Again In The Life-glance Of The Sun. The Germs Which Perished To The Eye Within The Cold Breast Of The Earth Spring Up With Joy In The Bright Realm Of Day.

A Healthy Nature Needs No God Or Immortality

Anyone Taken As An Individual Is Tolerably Sensible And Reasonable - As A Member Of A Crowd, He At Once Becomes A Blockhead.

Speech Is Always Bolder Than Action.

What's Old Collapses, Times Change, And New Life Blossoms In The Ruins.