Freedom

Do not reveal, if liberty is precious to you; my face is the prison of love.

There shall be wings! If the accomplishment be not for me, ’tis for some other. The spirit cannot die; and man, who shall know all and shall have wings.

Art lives from constraints and dies from freedom.

Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.