Art Is Difficult, Transient Is Her Reward.

O Jealousy! Thou Magnifier Of Trifles.

We Are Too Prone To Find Fault; Let Us Look For Some Of The Perfections.

Sorrow Is Brief But Joy Is Endless

As Noble Art Has Survived Noble Nature, So Too She Marches Ahead Of It, Fashioning And Awakening By Her Inspiration. Before Truth Sends Her Triumphant Light Into The Depths Of The Heart, Imagination Catches Its Rays, And The Peaks Of Humanity Will Be Glowing When Humid Night Still Lingers In The Valleys.

Lose Not Yourself In A Far Off Time, Seize The Moment That Is Thine.