If You Sing Of Beauty

You Shall Be Held Down By The Chains Of Your Own Judgment.

Progress Lies Not In Enhancing What Is, But In Advancing Toward What Will Be.

Birth And Death Are The Two Noblest Expressions Of Bravery.

The Mute Grain Turns To Love Songs When Swallowed By The Nightingale.

A Poet Is A Bird Of Unearthly Excellence, Who Escapes From His Celestial Realm Arrives In This World Warbling. If We Do Not Cherish Him, He Spreads His Wings And Flies Back Into His Homeland.