Art Is Difficult, Transient Is Her Reward.

In The Case Of A Creative Mind, It Seems To Me, The Intellect Has Withdrawn Its Watchers From The Gates, And The Ideas Rush In Pell-mell And Only Then Does It Review And Inspect The Multitudes.

Weep, For The Light Is Dead.

Truth Is More Than A Dream And A Song.

Let No One Despair, Even Though In The Darkest Night The Last Star Of Hope May Disappear.

It Would Be Necessary That They Should Be Already Sages To Love Wisdom...