Art Can Never Exist Without Naked Beauty

What Is Grand Is Necessarily Obscure To Weak Men. That Which Can Be Made Explicit To The Idiot Is Not Worth My Care.

He Who Desires, But Acts Not, Breeds Pestilence.

Then My Verse I Dishonor, My Pictures Despise, My Person Degrade And My Temper Chastise; And The Pen Is My Terror, The Pencil My Shame; And My Talents I Bury, And Dead Is My Fame.

The Naked Women's Body Is A Portion Of Eternity Too Great For The Eye Of Man.

There Is A Place Where Contrarieties Are Equally True.