Exuberance Is Beauty.

The Goddess Fortune Is The Devil's Servant, Ready To Kiss Any One's Ass.

To The Eyes Of The Man Of Imagination, Nature Is Imagination Itself.

Where Others See But The Dawn Coming Over The Hill, I See The Soul Of God Shouting For Joy.

Father, O Father! What Do We Here In This Land Of Unbelief And Fear?

I Have Conversed With The Spiritual Sun. I Saw Him On Primrose Hill