Everything Terrible Is Something That Needs Our

The Only Journey Is The One Within.

The Artist's Task Consists Of Making One Thing Of Many, And A World From The Smallest Part Of A Thing.

You Must Give Birth To Your Images. They Are The Future Waiting To Be Born.

Yield Not Thy Neck To Fortune's Yoke, But Let Thy Dauntless Mind Still Ride In Triumph Over All Mischance. In The Difficult Are The Friendly Forces, The Hands That Work On Us.

Spring Has Again Returned. The Earth Is Like A Child That Knows Many Poems. Many, O So Many. For The Hardship Of Such Long Learning She Receives The Prize. Strict Was Her Teacher. The White In The Old Man's Beard Pleases Us. Now, What To Call Green, To Call Blue, We Dare To Ask: She Knows, She Knows!