When we are born we cry that we are come.. to this great stage of fool >>
The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger. >>
A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minu >>
It is art that makes life, makes interest, makes importance and I know >>
Those who write for lucre or fame are grosser than the cartel robbers, >>
All art is an imitation of nature. >>
The object of art is to give life a shape. [Midsummer Nights Dream]