The Convent Is Supreme Egotism Resulting In

A Shadow Is Hard To Seize By The Throat And Dash To The Ground.

The Aim Of Art Is Almost Divine: To Bring To Life Again If It Is Writing History, To Create If It Is Writing Poetry.

To Learn To Read Is To Light A Fire; Every Syllable That Is Spelled Out Is A Spark.

God Made Only Water, But Man Made Wine.

. . .where There Is No More Hope, Song Remains.