It Is The Greatest Of Crimes To

Harmony Of Colouring Is Destructive Of Art? It Is Like The Smile Of A Fool.

I Will Not Cease From Mental Fight Nor Shall My Sword Sleep In My Hand.

I Am In You And You In Me, Mutual In Divine Love.

You Throw The Sand Against The Wind And The Wind Blows It Back Again.

The Busy Bee Has No Time For Sorrow.