Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine.

Prudence Is A Rich, Ugly, Old Maid Courted By Incapacity.

Think Not Thou Canst Sigh A Sigh And Thy Maker Is Not By; Think Not Thou Canst Weep A Tear And Thy Maker Is Not Near.

If The Lion Was Advised By The Fox, He Would Be Cunning.

Rome & Greece Swept Art Into Their Maw & Destroy'd It; A Warlike State Never Can Produce Art. It Will Rob & Plunder & Accumulate Into One Place, & Translate & Copy & Buy & Sell & Criticize, But Not Make.

We Are Here To Learn To Endure The Beams Of Love