Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed.

What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt?

Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be.

The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply.

March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.