All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.
He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand.
Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy.
First thought is best in Art, second in other matters.
They who forgive most shall be most forgiven.