If it be true that any beautiful thing raises the pure and just desire of man from earth to God, the eternal fount of all, such I believe my love.
There is an angel imprisoned in it and I must set it free.
The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we reach it.
With few words I shall make thee understand my soul.
If you knew how much work went into it, you wouldn't call it genius.
Serene I fold my hands and wait.