Art Can Never Exist Without Naked Beauty

May God Us Keep From Single Vision And Newton's Sleep.

Little Fly, Thy Summer's Play My Thoughtless Hand Has Brushed Away. Am Not I A Fly Like Thee? Or Art Not Thou A Man Like Me? For I Dance And Drink And Sing, Till Some Blind Hand Shall Brush My Wing!

It Is An Easy Thing To Talk Of Patience To The Afflicted.

I See The Past, Present & Future Existing All At Once Before Me.

We Are Led To Believe A Lie When We See Not Through The Eye.