The Eye Altering, Alters All.

Grown Old In Love From Seven Till Seven Times Seven,i Oft Have Wished For Hell For Ease From Heaven.

Why Cannot The Ear Be Closed To Its Own Destruction? Or The Glistening Eye To The Poison Of A Smile?

The Whole Business Of Man Is The Arts, & All Things Common.

He Who Desires, But Acts Not, Breeds Pestilence.

Art Is The Tree Of Life. Science Is The Tree Of Death.