Every True Genius Is Bound To Be

Far Must Thy Researches Go Wouldst Thou Learn The World To Know; Thou Must Tempt The Dark Abyss Wouldst Thou Prove What Being Is; Naught But Firmness Gains The Prize, Naught But Fullness Makes Us Wise, Buried Deep Truth E'er Lies.

Even The Weak Become Strong When They Are United.

He Cannot Complain Of A Hard Sentence, Who Is Made Master Of His Own Fate.

Truth Exists For The Wise, Beauty For The Feeling Heart.

Sentimental Poetry Differs From Naive Poetry In That It Relates The Real State At Which The Latter Stops To Ideas And Applies Ideas To That Reality.