No One Has Mastery, Before

Beauty Depends On Purpose. It Is In The Elements Best Suited To Their Purpose Or Aim That Beauty Shines Forth Most Strongly.

A Great Sculpture Can Roll Down A Hill Without Breaking.

Love Lent Me Wings; My Path Was Like A Stair; A Lamp Unto My Feet, That Sun Was Given; And Death Was Safety And Great Joy To Find; But Dying Now, I Shall Not Climb To Heaven.

A Beautiful Thing Never Gives So Much Pain As Does Failing To Hear And See It.

With Few Words I Shall Make Thee Understand My Soul.