For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.

As is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.

Look not down but up!

Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.

One may do whatever one likes. In art, the only thing is, to make sure that one does like it.

When pain ends, gain ends too.

But facts are facts and flinch not.