Good Strong Thick Stupefying Incense-smoke!

One May Do Whatever One Likes. In Art, The Only Thing Is, To Make Sure That One Does Like It.

God Smiles As He Has Always Smiled; Ere Suns And Moons Could Wax And Wane, Ere Stars Were Thundergirt, Or Piled The Heavens, God Thought On Me His Child; Ordained A Life For Me, Arrayed Its Circumstances, Every One To The Minutest; Ay, God Said This Head This Hand Should Rest Upon Thus, Ere He Fashioned Star Or Sun.

Love Is Energy Of Life.

God! Thou Art Love! I Build My Faith On That.

It Is The Glory And Good Of Art, That Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth, To Mouths Like Mine At Least.