Art Is The Flower Of Life And,

Art Is The Flower Of Life And, As Seed, It Gives Back Life.

Autumn Is As Joyful And Sweet As An Untimely End.

Thinking Is Hard Work. One Can't Bear Burdens And Ideas At The Same Time

Man, In Spite Of His Tendency Towards Mendacity, Has A Great Respect For What He Calls The Truth. Truth Is His Staff In His Voyage Through Life; Commonplaces Are The Bread In His Bag And The Wine In His Jug.

If The Secret Of Being A Bore Is To Tell All, The Secret Of Pleasing Is To Say Just Enough To Be -not Understood, But Divined.