The Strong Man Wants To Be Allowed

Art Is The Stored Honey Of The Human Soul, Gathered On Wings Of Misery And Travail.

I Sacrifice To The God Of Beauty — The Impulse To Beauty In Nature. Here Are Flowers. Here Is Wine Spilled On The Floor. I Will Burn Incense & Myrhh. I Will Kneel & Strike My Breast & Touch The Dust With My Forehead. I Will I Will! Only Do Not Forsake Me, Oh God Of Beauty.

I Believe In The Compelling Power Of Love.

A Thought Will Color A World For Us.

Words Are But The Vague Shadows Of The Volumes We Mean. Little Audible Links, They Are, Chaining Together Great Inaudible Feelings And Purposes.