Generations Pass While Some Tree

All Poetry Is Difficult To Read - The Sense Of It Anyhow.

Fail I Alone, In Words And Deeds? Why, All Men Strive And Who Succeeds?

One May Do Whatever One Likes. In Art, The Only Thing Is, To Make Sure That One Does Like It.

Our Aspirations Are Our Responsibilities.

God! Thou Art Love! I Build My Faith On That.