When You Praise Someone You Call Yourself

The World Is Full Of Contradiction.

Taste Is Only To Be Educated By Contemplation, Not Of The Tolerably Good But Of The Truly Excellent.

I Bid The Chords Sweet Music Make, And All Must Follow In My Wake.

I Do Not Now Begin, - I Still Adore Her Whom I Early Cherish'd In My Breast; Then Once Again With Prudence Dispossess'd, And To Whose Heart I'm Driven Back Once More. The Love Of Petrarch, That All-glorious Love, Was Unrequited, And, Alas, Full Sad.

Painting And Tattooing The Body Is A Return To Animalism.