Only The Impossible Lasts Forever.

Dreams Have Only The Pigmentation Of Fact.

Only The Impossible Lasts Forever.

An Image Is A Stop The Mind Makes Between Uncertainties.

I Can Draw And Write, And You'd Be Foolish Not To Hire Me.

Love Becomes The Deposit Of The Heart, Analogous In All Degrees To The 'findings' In A Tomb. As In One Will Be Charted The Taken Place Of The Body, The Raiment, The Utensils Necessary To Its Other Life, So In The Heart Of The Lover Will Be Traced, As An Indelible Shadow, That Which He Loves.