It Is Through Beauty That We Arrive

Even Weak Men When United Are Powerful.

The Reason For You Complaint Lies, It Seems To Me, In The Constraint Which Your Intellect Imposes Upon Your Imagination. Here I Will Make An Observation, And Illustrate It By An Allegory. Apparently, It Is Not Good-and Indeed It Hinders The Creative Work Of The Mind-if The If The Intellect Examines Too Closely The Ideas Pouring In, As It Were, At The Gates.

I Follow My Heart, For I Can Trust It.

You Saw His Weakness, And He Will Never Forgive You.

Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature.