Tears have cleansed my eyes, and errors have taught me the language of the hearts.

Let your best be for your friend.

Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

The giving and receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.

Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed.

And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may livethrough its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.

March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.