Thy Friendship Oft Has Made My Heart

He Who Wants, But Doesn't Act, Is A Pest.

Each Man Is Haunted Until His Humanity Awakens.

Art Can Never Exist Without Naked Beauty Displayed.

Why Stand We Here Trembling Around, Calling On God For Help, And Not Ourselves, In Whom God Dwells?

In Your Own Bosom You Bear Your Heaven And Earth, And All You Behold, Though It Appears Without, It Is Within, In Your Imagination, Of Which This World Of Mortality Is But A Shadow.