We Are Not Meant To Resolve All

He Who Pretends To Be Either Painter Or Engraver Without Being A Master Of Drawing Is An Imposter.

How Have You Left The Ancient Love That Bards Of Old Enjoyed In You! The Languid Strings Do Scarcely Move! The Sound Is Forced, The Notes Are Few!

Gratitude Is Heaven Itself; There Could Be No Heaven Without Gratitude.

My Mother Bore Me In The Southern Wild, And I Am Black, But O! My Soul Is White; White As An Angel Is The English Child, But I Am Black As If Bereaved Of Light.

The Pride Of The Peacock Is The Glory Of God.