All I Know Is Reception; I Am

Experience Is The Only Teacher, And We Get His Lesson Indifferently In Any School.

What Is Originality? It Is Being One's Self, And Reporting Accurately What We See And Are.

Truth Is Beautiful Within And Without, Forevermore.

The Tempered Light Of The Woods Is Like A Perpetual Morning.

O Friend, My Bosom Said, Through Thee Alone The Sky Is Arched. Through Thee The Rose Is Red; All Things Through Thee Take Nobler Form, And Look Beyond The Earth, The Mill-round Of Our Fate Appears A Sun-path In Thy Worth. Me Too Thy Nobleness Has Taught To Master My Despair; The Fountains Of My Hidden Life Are Through Thy Friendship Fair.