He Who Desires, But Acts Not, Breeds

Mysteries Are Not To Be Solved. They Eye Goes Blind When It Only Wants To See Why.

I Have No Name: I Am But Two Days Old. What Shall I Call Thee? I Happy Am, Joy Is My Name. Sweet Joy Befall Thee!

God Is The Poetic Genius In Each Of Us.

Excessive Sorrow Laughs. Excessive Joy Weeps.

The Eagle Never Lost So Much Time As When He Submitted To Learn Of The Crow