Fair Or Foul The Lot Apportioned Life

All Will Be Gay When Noontide Wakes Anew The Buttercups, The Little Children's Dower.

Men Are Not Angels, Neither Are They Brutes.

One May Do Whatever One Likes. In Art, The Only Thing Is, To Make Sure That One Does Like It.

Such Ever Was Love's Way: To Rise, It Stoops.

The Best Way To Excape His Ire Is, Not To Seem Too Happy.