Critique by creating.

“Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone,While pain and guilt still…”

“I was never the kind of painter or sculptor who kept a shop.”

“По-голямата опасност за мнозина от нас не е, че целта ни е твърде висока и се п…”

“Read the heart and not the letter for the pen cannot draw near the good intent.”