It Is Often Wise To Reveal That

Vast, Colossal Destiny, Which Raises Man To Fame, Though It May Also Grind Him To Powder!

Spring Flies, And With It All The Train It Leads; And Flowers, In Fading, Leave Us But Their Seeds.

Why Should I Deem Myself To Be A Chisel, When I Could Be The Artist?

His Saying Was: Live And Let Live.

The Dream Is Short, Repentance Long.