Endeavour-with most diligent labour, O aspiring artist!-to master content. The form will rise to meet you.

Immortality without eternity is a rope with only one end.

Perhaps nothing is entirely true, not even this.

Seen from the moon we are all the same size.

There is nothing more poetic than the truth. He who does not see poetry in it will always be a poor versifier outside of it.

There is only one evil, one crime, one sin: lack of heart.

Endeavour-with most diligent labour, O aspiring artist!-to master content. The form will rise to meet you.