The nearer the dawn the darker the night.

It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old.

The true poet is a friendly man. He takes to his arms even cold and inanimate things, and rejoices in his heart.

Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!

Some must follow and some command, through all are made oclay.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

Art is the gift of God, and must be used unto His glory.