Beauty Is The Purgation Of Superfluities.

The True Work Of Art Is But A Shadow Of The Divine Perfection.

Every Beauty Which Is Seen Here By Persons Of Perception Resembles More Than Anything Else That Celestial Source From Which We All Are Come.

Love Lent Me Wings; My Path Was Like A Stair; A Lamp Unto My Feet, That Sun Was Given; And Death Was Safety And Great Joy To Find; But Dying Now, I Shall Not Climb To Heaven.

Only God Creates. The Rest Of Us Just Copy.

Your Greatness Is Measured By Your Horizons.