To Fail To Do Good

Anger Turns The Mind Out Of Doors And Bolts The Entrance.

Lamentation Is The Only Musician That Always, Like A Screech-owl, Alights And Sits On The Roof Of Any Angry Man.

Oh, What A World Full Of Pain We Create, For A Little Taste Upon The Tongue.

Painting Is Silent Poetry, And Poetry Is Painting That Speaks.

Even A Nod From A Person Who Is Esteemed Is Of More Force Than A Thousand Arguments Or Studied Sentences From Others.