Thou art in the end what thou art. Put on wigs with millions of curls, set thy foot upon ell-high rocks. Thou abidest ever--what thou art.
One does not get to know that one exists until one rediscovers oneself in others.
A correct answer is like an affectionate kiss.
There is no patriotic art.
Let there be truth between us.
Difficulties increase the nearer we get to the goal.