Sorrow Is Brief But Joy

Like A Dart The Present Glances, Silent Stands The Past Sublime.

A Virtuous Name Is The Precious Only Good, For Which Queens And Peasants' Wives Must Contest Together.

But How Is The Artist To Protect Himself Against The Corruption Of The Age Which Besets Him On All Sides?

Far Must Thy Researches Go Wouldst Thou Learn The World To Know; Thou Must Tempt The Dark Abyss Wouldst Thou Prove What Being Is; Naught But Firmness Gains The Prize, Naught But Fullness Makes Us Wise, Buried Deep Truth E'er Lies.

It Is Play And Only Play That Makes Man Complete.