Dürer Would Have Seen A Reason For

The Passion For Setting People Right Is In Itself An Afflictive Disease.

Dürer Would Have Seen A Reason For Living In A Town Like This.

We Are What We Were At Birth, And Each Trait Has Remained In Conformity With Earth's And With Heaven's Logic: Be The Devil's Tool, Resort To Black Magic, None Can Diverge From The Ends Which Heaven Foreordained.

Poetry Is The Art Of Creating Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads.

Life Is Energy, And Energy Is Creativity. And Even When Individuals Pass On, The Energy Is Retained In The Work Of Art, Locked In It And Awaiting Release If Only Someone Will Take The Time And The Care To Unlock It.