All Nature Is But Art Unknown To

In Every Work Regard The Writer's End, Since None Can Compass More Than They Intend.

All Looks Yellow To A Jaundiced Eye That Habitually Compares Everything To Something Better. But By Changing That Habit To Comparing Everything To Something Worse, Even Making It A Game, That Person Can Find Gratitude, Relief And Happiness Where-ever They Go And Whatever They Experience, Guaranteed!

Get Your Enemy To Read Your Works In Order To Mend Them, For Your Friend Is So Much Your Second Self That He Will Judge Too Like You.

And Little Eagles Wave Their Wings In Gold.

Fair Tresses Man's Imperial Race Ensnare; And Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.