"men Have Forgotten This Truth," Said The

Loneliness Is Bred Of A Mind That Has Grown Earth-bound.

Water, Thou Hast No Taste, No Color, No Odor; Canst Not Be Defined, Art Relished While Ever Mysterious. Not Necessary To Life, But Rather Life Itself, Thou Fillest Us With A Gratification That Exceeds The Delight Of The Senses.

Let A Man In A Garret But Burn With Enough Intensity And He Will Set Fire To The World.

Perfection Is Attained, Not When No More Can Be Added, But When No More Can Be Removed.

For True Love Is Inexhaustible; The More You Give, The More You Have. And If You Go To Draw At The True Fountainhead, The More Water You Draw, The More Abundant Is Its Flow.