Trifles Make Perfection, And Perfection

Let Whoever May Have Attained To So Much As To Have The Power Of Drawing Know That He Holds A Great Treasure.

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.

Lord, Make Me See Thy Glory In Every Place.

Perfection Is No Small Thing, But It Is Made Up Of Small Things.

No Great Work Of Art Is Ever Finished.