He Who Pretends To Be Either Painter

The Nakedness Of Woman Is The Work Of God.

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

I Am More Famed In Heaven For My Works Than I Could Well Conceive. In My Brain Are Studies & Chambers Filled With Books & Pictures Of Old, Which I Wrote And Painted In Ages Of Eternity Before My Mortal Life; And Whose Works Are The Delight & Study Of Archangels. Why, Then, Should I Be Anxious About The Riches Or Fame Of Mortality?

Dear Mother, Dear Mother, The Church Is Cold, But The Ale-house Is Healthy And Pleasant And Warm.

A Fool Sees Not The Same Tree That A Wise Man Sees.