Yes, My Love, Who Soever Lives, Loses,

I Had Toward The Poetic Art A Peculiar Relation Which Was Only Practical After I Had Cherished In My Mind For A Long Time A Subject Which Possessed Me, A Model Which Inspired Me, A Predecessor Who Attracted Me, Until At Length, After I Had Molded It

Of The Truly Creative No One Is Ever Master; It Must Be Left To Go Its Own Way.

Oh, Happy He Who Still Hopes He Can Emerge From Error's Boundless Sea! - Faust.

What I Possess, Seems Far Away To Me, And What Is Gone Becomes Reality.

The World Is So Empty If One Thinks Only Of Mountains, Rivers And Cities; But To Know Someone Who Thinks And Feels With Us, And Who, Though Distant, Is Close To Us In Spirit, This Makes The Earth For Us An Inhabited Garden.