Every Man Who Is Not An Artist

As A Man Is, So He Sees. As The Eye Is Formed, Such Are Its Powers.

He Who Shall Hurt The Little Wren Shall Never Be Beloved By Men.

Eternity Is In Love With The Productions Of Time.

The Crow Wished Everything Was Black, The Owl, That Everything Was White.

Piping Down The Valleys Wild, Piping Songs Of Pleasant Glee, On A Cloud I Saw A Child, And He Laughing Said To Me: "pipe A Song About A Lamb." So I Piped With Merry Cheer; "piper, Pipe That Song Again." So I Piped; He Wept To Hear.