The More I Get To Know People,

The Artist Is The Child In The Popular Fable, Every One Of Whose Tears Was A Pearl.

First, I Thought, Almost Despairing, This Must Crush My Spirit Now; Yet I Bore It, And Am Bearing- Only Do Not Ask Me How.

Never Let A Fool Kiss You, Or A Kiss Fool You. Oh, What Lies There Are In Kisses!

Whether A Revolution Succeeds Or Fails People Of Great Hearts Will Always Be Sacrificed To It.

Where Books Are Burnt, Men Finish Up Being Burnt Too.