Moons And Years Pass By And Are

Pity, But Never Love Bestows Kind Words Upon The Slave.

Genius Resembles A Bell; In Order To Ring It Must Be Suspended Into Pure Air, And When A Foreign Body Touches It, Its Joyful Toneis Silenced.

Mozart Starved, But You Allow Thalberg And Liszt Make Tons Of Gold: Of Course, You May Think That Someone Immortal Cannot Die Of Hunger

Let The Will Embrace The Highest Ideals Freely And With Infinite Strength, But Let Action First Take Hold Of What Lies Closest.

Poetry, It Is Often Said And Loudly So, Is Life's True Mirror. But A Monkey Looking Into A Work Of Literature Looks In Vain For Socrates.