Art Degraded, Imagination Denied.

For The Eye Altering Alters All; The Senses Roll Themselves In Fear And The Flat Earth Becomes A Ball.

Execution Is The Chariot Of Genius.

Where Others See But The Dawn Coming Over The Hill, I See The Soul Of God Shouting For Joy.

O Winter! Bar Thine Adamantine Doors: The North Is Thine; There Hast Thou Build Thy Dark, Deep-founded Habitation. Shake Not Thy Roofs, Nor Bend Thy Pillars With Thine Iron Car.

Those Who Restrain Their Desires, Do So Because Theirs Is Weak Enough To Be Restrained.