Art Is The Objectification Of Feeling.

I Am Past Scorching; Not Easily Can’st Thou Scorch A Scar.

There Never Was A Great Man Yet Who Spent All His Life Inland.

...the Silent Reminiscence Of Hardships Departed, Is Sweeter Than The Presence Of Delight.

Stay True To The Dreams Of Thy Youth.

Fame Is An Accident; Merit A Thing Absolute.