Faultless To A Fault.

'tis Well Averred, A Scientific Faith's Absurd.

Things Are Where Things Are, And, As Fate Has Willed, So Shall They Be Fulfilled.

I, Painting From Myself And To Myself, Know What I Do, Am Unmoved By Men's Blame Or Their Praise Either.

Any Nose May Ravage With Impunity A Rose.

He Guides Me And The Bird. In His Good Time!