Nothing Is Proved, All Is Permitted.

Love Is The Only Thing You Can Really Give In All This World. When You Give Love, You Give Everything.

I Sacrifice To The God Of Beauty — The Impulse To Beauty In Nature. Here Are Flowers. Here Is Wine Spilled On The Floor. I Will Burn Incense & Myrhh. I Will Kneel & Strike My Breast & Touch The Dust With My Forehead. I Will I Will! Only Do Not Forsake Me, Oh God Of Beauty.

Art Is The Stored Honey Of The Human Soul, Gathered On Wings Of Misery And Travail.

The Strong Man Wants To Be Allowed To Do; The Little Man Wants To Stop Him.

Words Are But The Vague Shadows Of The Volumes We Mean. Little Audible Links, They Are, Chaining Together Great Inaudible Feelings And Purposes.