The hours of folly are measured by the clock but of wisdom no clock can...
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
When I tell the truth it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not...
A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.
The man who never in his mind and thoughts travel'd to heaven is no artist.
Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
In seed time learn in harvest teach in winter enjoy.
The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
The artist is not responsible to any one. His social role is asocial... his only responsibility consists in an attitude to the work he does.
