We Love And Understand Talent; We Wish

Nature's Great Masterpiece, An Elephant; The Only Harmless Great Thing.

Thy Face Is Mine Eye, And Mine Is Thine.

I Sing The Progress Of A Deathless Soul.

He Must Pull Out His Own Eyes, And See No Creature, Before He Can Say, He Sees No God; He Must Be No Man, And Quench His Reasonable Soul, Before He Can Say To Himself, There Is No God.

Women Are Like The Arts, Forced Unto None, Open To All Searchers, Unprized, If Unknown.