Little Lamb, Who Made Thee? Dost Thou

I Cry, Love! Love! Love! Happy Happy Love! Free As The Mountain Wind!

Like A Fiend In A Cloud, With Howling Woe, After Night I Do Crowd, And With Night Will Go; I Turn My Back To The East, From Whence Comforts Have Increased; For Light Doth Seize My Brain With Frantic Pain.

Art Can Never Exist Without Naked Beauty Displayed.

Dip Him In The River Who Loves Water.

To Generalize Is To Be An Idiot. To Particularize Is The Alone Distinction Of Merit. General Knowledge Are Those Knowledge That Idiots Possess.