Only That Which Serves No

No One Is Truly Dead Until They Are No Longer Loved.

The Arts Teach And Moralise By Their Beauty Alone, Not By Translating A Philosophical Or Social Formula. For The Truly Artistic Person, Painting Has Itself As It's Purpose, Which Is Quite Enough.

Those Horses Must Have Been Spanish Jennets, Born Of Mares Mated With A Zephyr; For They Went As Swiftly As The Wind, And The Moon, Which Had Risen At Our Departure To Give Us Light, Rolled Through The Sky Like A Wheel Detached From Its Carriage.

Eyes So Transparent That Through Them The Soul Is Seen.

To Extract Beauty From One's Own Milieu Is One Of The Most Difficult Tasks Of Art.