Mastery Passes Often For Egotism.

Of The Truly Creative No One Is Ever Master; It Must Be Left To Go Its Own Way.

The Brilliant Passes, Like The Dew At Morn; The True Endures, For Ages Yet Unborn.

Mystery Is Truth's Dancing Partner.

The Rose Is Wont With Pride To Swell, And Ever Seeks To Rise.

How Circumscribed Is Woman's Destiny!