A Man Paints With His Brains And

Death And Love Are The Two Wings That Bear The Good Man To Heaven.

One Paints With One's Head, Not One's Hand.

Trifles Make Perfection But Perfection Is Not A Trifle

With Few Words I Shall Make Thee Understand My Soul.

My Soul Can Find No Staircase To Heaven Unless It Be Through Earth's Loveliness.