It Is Difficult To Know At What

Ah, How Skillful Grows The Hand That Obeyeth Love's Command! It Is The Heart, And Not The Brain, That To The Highest Doth Attain, And He Who Followeth Love's Behest Far Excelleth All The Rest!

The True Poet Is A Friendly Man. He Takes To His Arms Even Cold And Inanimate Things, And Rejoices In His Heart.

Enthusiasm Begets Enthusiasm.

Hope Has As Many Lives As A Cat Or A King.

Fame Comes Only When Deserved, And Then Is As Inevitable As Destiny, For It Is Destiny.