The Nakedness Of Woman Is The Work

Every Man Who Is Not An Artist Is A Traitor To His Own Nature.

If You Have Formed A Circle To Go Into,go Into It Yourself And See How You Would Do.

My Silks And Fine Array, My Smiles And Languished Air, By Love Are Driv'n Away And Mournful Lean Despair Brings Me Yew To Deck My Grave: Such End True Lovers Have.

The World Of Imagination Is The World Of Eternity.

A Divine Image Cruelty Has A Human Heart, And Jealousy A Human Face; Terror The Human Form Divine, And Secresy The Human Dress. The Human Dress Is Forged Iron, The Human Form A Fiery Forge, The Human Face A Furnace Sealed, The Human Heart Its Hungry Gorge.