Do Not Fret, For God Did Not

He Who Does Not Master The Nude Cannot Understand The Principles Of Architecture.

An Artist Does His Most Difficult Work When He Steps Back From The Blank Canvas And Thinks About What He Is Going To Create.

However Rich I May Have Been, I Have Always Lived Like A Poor Man.

My Beard Towards Heaven, I Feel My Nape Support / The Back Of My Head, I Grow The Breast Of A Harpy / And My Brush As It Drips Continually / Upon My Face, Makes It A Gorgeous Floor.

As You Give Out, So Shall You Receive.