Nothing Is Real Beyond Imaginative Patterns Men

I See Through My Eyes, Not With Them.

General Good Is The Plea Of The Scoundrel, Hypocite, Flatterer.

Love To Faults Is Always Blind, Always Is To Joy Inclined. Lawless, Winged, And Unconfined, And Breaks All Chains From Every Mind.

Rome & Greece Swept Art Into Their Maw & Destroy'd It; A Warlike State Never Can Produce Art. It Will Rob & Plunder & Accumulate Into One Place, & Translate & Copy & Buy & Sell & Criticize, But Not Make.

He Who Has Few Things To Desire Cannot Have Many To Fear.