The Sight Of Stars Makes

Conscience Is A Man's Compass, And Though The Needle Sometimes Deviates, Though One Often Perceives Irregularities In Directing One's Course By It, Still One Must Try To Follow Its Direction.

If The Storm Within Gets Too Loud, I Take A Glass Too Much To Stun Myself.

Though I Am Often In The Depths Of Misery, There Is Still Calmness, Pure Harmony And Music Inside Me.

Describing Starry Night: Firmament And Planets Both Disappeared, But The Mighty Breath Which Gives Life To All Things And In Which All Is Bound Up Remained.

I Put My Heart And My Soul Into My Work, And Have Lost My Mind In The Process.