Serene I Fold My Hands And Wait.

I Serve For The Love Of God And In Him Have All My Hope.

A Beautiful Thing Never Gives So Much Pain As Does Failing To Hear And See It.

The Hand That Follows Intellect Can Achieve.

Trifles Make Perfection But Perfection Is Not A Trifle

Already At Sixteen, My Mind Was A Battlefield: My Love Of Pagan Beauty, The Male Nude, At War With My Religious Faith. A Polarity Of Themes And Forms: One Spiritual, The Other Earthly.