A Man Never Discloses His Own Character

The End We Aim At Must Be Known, Before The Way Can Be Made.

Art Is Indeed Not The Bread But The Wine Of Life.

Every Man Has A Rainy Corner Of His Life Whence Comes Foul Weather Which Follows Him.

Remembrances Last Longer Than Present Realities.

The Heart Needs Not For Its Heaven Much Space, Nor Many Stars Therein, If Only The Star Of Love Has Arisen.