Art Is The Tree Of Life. Science

We Are Not Meant To Resolve All Contradictions But To Live With Them And Rise Above Them.

My Silks And Fine Array, My Smiles And Languished Air, By Love Are Driv'n Away And Mournful Lean Despair Brings Me Yew To Deck My Grave: Such End True Lovers Have.

May God Us Keep From Single Vision And Newton's Sleep.

The Soul Of Sweet Delight, Can Never Be Defiled.

Love To Faults Is Always Blind, Always Is To Joy Inclined. Lawless, Winged, And Unconfined, And Breaks All Chains From Every Mind.