You Can't Write Poems About Trees When

The Finest Plans Have Always Been Spoiled By The Littleness Of Them That Should Carry Them Out. Even Emperors Can't Do It All By Themselves.

Art Is Not A Mirror Held Up To Reality But A Hammer With Which To Shape It.

The Right To Happiness Is Fundamental; Men Live So Little Time And Die Alone.

People Are Too Durable, That's Their Main Trouble. They Can Do Too Much To Themselves, They Last Too Long.

Love Is The Wish To Give, Not To Receive.