The Learned Man Knows That He Is

A Day Will Come When There Will Be No Battlefields, But Markets Opening To Commerce And Minds Opening To Ideas.

Desiring Always To Be In Mourning, He Clothed Himself With Night.

Woman, Nude, Is The Blue Sky. Clouds And Garments Are An Obstacle To Contemplation. Beauty And Infinity Would Be Gazed Upon Unveiled.

I Am A Soul. I Know Well That What I Shall Render Up To The Grave Is Not Myself. That Which Is Myself Will Go Elsewhere. Earth, Thou Art Not My Abyss!

You Are Adorable, Mademoiselle. I Study Your Feet With The Microscope And Your Soul With The Telescope.