Little Lamb, Who Made Thee?

The Fox Condemns The Trap, Not Himself.

The Sick Rose O Rose, Thou Art Sick. The Invisible Worm That Flies In The Night In The Howling Storm Has Found Out Thy Bed Of Crimson Joy, And His Dark Secret Love Does Thy Life Destroy.

The Man Who Never In His Mind & Thoughts Travel'd To Heaven Is No Artist.

The Naked Women's Body Is A Portion Of Eternity Too Great For The Eye Of Man.

The Most Sublime Act Is To Set Another Before You.