Art Can Never Exist Without Naked Beauty

If A Thing Loves, It Is Infinite.

The Generations Of Men Run On In The Tide Of Time, But Leave Their Destined Lineaments Permanent For Ever And Ever.

Each Man Must Create His Own System Or Else He Is A Slave To Another Mans

Come Live, And Be Merry, And Join With Me, To Sing The Sweet Chorus Of 'ha Ha He!

May God Us Keep From Single Vision And Newton's Sleep.