A Musician, An Artist, An Architect: The

The Imagination Is Not A State: It Is The Human Existence Itself.

Improvement Makes Strait Roads, But The Crooked Roads Without Improvement, Are Roads Of Genius.

I Went To The Garden Of Love, And Saw What I Never Had Seen: A Chapel Was Built In The Midst, Where I Used To Play On The Green. And The Gates Of This Chapel Were Shut, And 'thou Shalt Not' Writ Over The Door; So I Turn'd To The Garden Of Love, That So Many Sweet Flowers Bore. And I Saw It Was Filled With Graves, And Tomb-stones Where Flowers Should Be: And Priests In Black Gowns, Were Walking Their Rounds, And Binding With Briars, My Joys & Desires.

He Who Loves His Enemies Betrays His Friends; This Surely Is Not What Jesus Meant.

For All Eternity, I Forgive You And You Forgive Me.