Our Opinions Of The World, Are Confessions

Before A Leaf-bud Has Burst, Its Whole Life Acts; In The Full-blown Flower There Is No More; In The Leafless Root There Is No Less.

When It Is Darkest, We Can See The Stars.

For Nonconformity The World Will Whip You With Its Displeasure.

The Eye Obeys Exactly The Action Of The Mind.

Art Is The Need To Create; But In Its Essence, Immense And Universal, It Is Impatient Of Working With Lame Or Tied Hands, And Of Making Cripples And Monsters, Such As All Pictures And Statues Are. Nothing Less Than The Creation Of Man And Nature Is Its End.