I Want Every Image To Be The

The Longing For Paradise Is Paradise Itself.

Art Is A Step From What Is Obvious And Well-known Toward What Is Arcane And Concealed.

Your Body Is The Harp Of The Soul.

If My Survival Caused Another To Perish, Then Death Would Be Sweeter And More Beloved.

But If In Your Fear You Would Seek Only Love's Peace And Love's Pleasure, Then It Is Better For You That You Cover Your Nakedness And Pass Out Of Love's Threshing-floor, Into The Seasonless World Where You Shall Laugh, But Not All Of Your Laughter, And Weep, But Not All Of Your Tears.