It Is Therefore Indisputable That

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

No Thought Is Born In Me That Does Not Bear The Image Of Death.

Love Lent Me Wings; My Path Was Like A Stair; A Lamp Unto My Feet, That Sun Was Given; And Death Was Safety And Great Joy To Find; But Dying Now, I Shall Not Climb To Heaven.

Genius Is Infinite Painstaking.

Perchance That I Might Learn What Pity Is, That I Might Laugh At Erring Men No More.