Every Harlot Was A Virgin

General Knowledges Are Those Knowledges That Idiots Possess.

Struggling In My Father's Hands, Striving Against My Swaddling Bands, Bound And Weary, I Thought Best To Sulk Upon My Mother's Breast.

The Roaring Of Lions, The Howling Of Wolves, The Raging Of The Stormy Sea, And The Destructive Sword, Are Portions Of Eternity, Too Great For The Eye Of Man.

First Thought Is Best In Art, Second In Other Matters.

To The Eyes Of The Man Of Imagination, Nature Is Imagination Itself.