And The Days Are Not Full Enough

The Artist Is The Antenna Of The Race.

Usura Slayeth The Child In The Womb It Stayeth The Young Man's Courting It Hath Brought Palsey To Bed, Lyeth Between The Young Bride And Her Bridegroom

Fit For Kings, Formal Gardens Afford An Earthly Elysium And The Odd Impression That We Mere Men Might Actually Control Nature For A Time.

It Is The Business Of The Artist To Make Humanity Aware Of Itself.

No Man Understands A Deep Book Until He Has Seen And Lived At Least Part Of Its Contents.