The Cypresses Are Always Occupying My Thoughts.

It Must Be A Good Thing To Die Conscious Of Having Performed Some Real Good, And To Know That By This Work One Will Live, At Least In The Memory Of Some, And Will Have Left A Good Example To Those That Come After. A Work That Is Good-it May Not Be Eternal, But The Thought Expressed In It Is, And The Work Itself Will Certainly Remain In Existence For A Long, Long Time; And If Afterwards Others Arise, They Can Do No Better Than Follow In The Footsteps Of Such Predecessors And Do Their Work In The Same Way.

Yellow Is Capable Of Charming God.

I Am Risking My Life For My Work, And Half My Reason Has Gone.

Be Clearly Aware Of The Stars And Infinity On High. Then Life Seems Almost Enchanted After All.

The Only Thing To Do Is To Go One's Own Way, To Try One's Best, To Make The Thing Live.