O Life! An Age To The Miserable,

Of Great Wealth There Is No Real Use, Except In Its Distribution, The Rest Is Just Conceit.

To Say That A Man Lieth, Is As Much To Say, As That He Is Brave Towards God, And A Coward Towards Men.

Much Bending Breaks The Bow; Much Unbending The Mind.

Painting Is The Pattern Of One's Own Nervous System Being Projected On Canvas.

Photographs Are Not Only Points Of Reference... They're Often Triggers Of Ideas.