Art Can Never Exist Without Naked Beauty

Some Are Born To Sweet Delight, Some Are Born To Endless Night.

Dip Him In The River Who Loves Water.

To The Eyes Of The Man Of Imagination, Nature Is Imagination Itself.

Come O'er The Eastern Hills, And Let Our Winds Kiss Thy Perfumed Garments; Let Us Taste Thy Morn And Evening Breath; Scatter Thy Pearls Upon Our Love-sick Land That Mourns For Thee.

The World Of Imagination Is The World Of Eternity.