Art Is A Man's Nature; Nature Is

Corruption Springs From Light: 'tis One Same Power Creates, Preserves, Destroys; Matter Whereon It Works, On E'er Self-transmutative Form, Common To Now The Living, Now The Dead.

Sorrow Is A Stone That Crushes A Single Bearer To The Ground, While Two Are Able To Carry It With Ease.

The Ground Of All Great Thoughts Is Sadness.

Death Is The Universal Salt Of States; Blood Is The Base Of All Things--law And War.

Simplicity Is Natures First Step, And The Last Of Art.