I See, But Cannot Reach, The Height

Some Must Follow And Some Command, Through All Are Made Oclay.

It Is The Heart And Not The Brain, That To The Highest Doth Attain.

A Young Critic Is Like A Boy With A Gun; He Fires At Every Living Thing He Sees. He Thinks Only Of His Own Skill, Not Of The Pain He Is Giving.

No Man Is So Poor As To Have Nothing Worth Giving.

You Would Attain To The Divine Perfection.