The Mocker Of Art Is The Mocker

Thou Fair-hair'd Angel Of The Evening, Now, Whilst The Sun Rests On The Mountains, Light Thy Bright Torch Of Love; Thy Radiant Crown Put On, And Smile Upon Our Evening Bed!

Mutual Forgiveness Of Each Vice. Such Are The Gates Of Paradise.

Execution Is The Chariot Of Genius.

Mere Enthusiasm Is The All In All... / Passion And Expression Are Beauty Itself.

Hold Infinity In The Palm Of Your Hand.