I Died For Beauty--but Was Scarce Adjusted

Beauty Is Not The Cause Of Something, It Is What It Is.

Nature Is A Haunted House--but Art--is A House That Tries To Be Haunted.

Nothing More Do I Ask Than To Share With You The Ecstasy And Sacrament Of My Life.

My Only Sketch, Profile, Of Heaven Is A Large Blue Sky, And Larger Than The Biggest I Have Seen In June - And In It Are My Friends - Every One Of Them.

I Cannot Help Esteem The 'bird Within The Hand' Superior To The One The 'bush' May Yield Me Or May Not Too Late To Choose Again