Regrets are illuminations come too late.

The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe$$$ to match your nature with Nature.

Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls.

Then away with all such from the head that is hoary!<br/>What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory?

Pleasure's a sin$$$ and sometimes sin's a pleasure.

This is to be mortal$$$ And seek the things beyond mortality.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away$$$ and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

A drop of ink may make a million think.

Art does not exist for politics$$$ or for instruction - it exists primarily for pleasure$$$ or it is nothing.

Everything is surprising$$$ rightly seen.