I See Through My Eyes, Not With

Sleep, Sleep, Beauty Bright,dreaming O'er The Joys Of Night.sleep, Sleep: In Thy Sleeplittle Sorrows Sit And Weep.

Imitation Is Criticism.

First Thought Is Best In Art, Second In Other Matters.

He Who Binds To Himself A Joy Does The Winged Life Destroy; But He Who Kisses The Joy As It Flies Lives In Eternity's Sun Rise.

Each Man Is Haunted Until His Humanity Awakens.