One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.

Some people complain there are too many people on earth, Some people complain about secret societies, Some people accuse others of not being able to wake up early. Almost all people complain about something.

Every star was once darker than the night, before it awoke.

To not say all that can be said is the secret of discipline and economy.

When magic through nerves and reason passes, Imagination, force, and passion will thunder. The portrait of the world is changed.

We love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.

In greatness, life and death merge.