Trifles Make Perfection, And Perfection Is No

There Is No Greater Harm Than That Of Time Wasted.

Gazing On Beautiful Things Acts On My Soul.

No Great Work Of Art Is Ever Finished.

Art Is A Shadow Of Divine Perfection.

Heaven-born, The Soul A Heavenward Course Must Hold; Beyond The World She Soars; The Wise Man, I Affirm, Can Find No Rest In That Which Perishes, Nor Will He Lend His Heart To Ought That Doth Time Depend