Love Lent Me Wings; My Path Was

Perfection Is No Small Thing, But It Is Made Up Of Small Things.

If In My Youth I Had Realized That The Sustaining Splendour Of Beauty Of With Which I Was In Love Would One Day Flood Back Into My Heart, There To Ignite A Flame That Would Torture Me Without End, How Gladly Would I Have Put Out The Light In My Eyes.

He Who Does Not Master The Nude Cannot Understand The Principles Of Architecture.

I Give My Soul To God, My Body To The Earth, And My Worldly Possessions To My Nearest Of Kin, Charging Them To Remember The Sufferings Of Jesus Christ.

The Greater Danger For Most Of Us Lies Not In Setting Our Aim Too High And Falling Short; But In Setting Our Aim Too Low, And Achieving Our Mark.