Serene I Fold My Hands And Wait.

He Who Does Not Master The Nude Cannot Understand The Principles Of Architecture.

If In My Youth I Had Realized That The Sustaining Splendour Of Beauty Of With Which I Was In Love Would One Day Flood Back Into My Heart, There To Ignite A Flame That Would Torture Me Without End, How Gladly Would I Have Put Out The Light In My Eyes.

Good Painting Is The Kind That Looks Like Sculpture.

If I Am More Alive Because Love Burns And Chars Me, As A Fire, Given Wood Or Wind, Feels New Elation, It's That He Who Lays Me Low Is My Salvation, And Invigorates The More, The More He Scars Me.

From Such A Gentle Thing, From Such A Fountain Of All Delight, My Every Pain Is Born.