Art Is Much, But Love Is More.

What Monster Have We Here? A Great Deed At This Hour Of Day? A Great Just Deed - And Not For Pay? Absurd - Or Insincere?

I Cannot Speak In Happy Tones; The Tear Drops On My Cheek Show I Am Sad; But I Can Speak Of Grace To Suffer With Submission Meek, Until Made Glad.

True Knowledge Comes Only Through Suffering.

I Heard An Angel Speak Last Night/and He Said, "write!"

Purple Lilies Dante Blew To A Larger Bubble With His Prophet Breath.