Death Is Terrible, Tho' Borne On Angels'

The Fool Who Persists In His Folly Will Become Wise.

Art Can Never Exist Without Naked Beauty Displayed.

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

Mercy, Pity, Peace Is The World's Release.

I Was Angry With My Friend: I Told My Wrath, My Wrath Did End. I Was Angry With My Foe: I Told It Not, My Wrath Did Grow.