There Is An Angel Imprisoned In It

My Beard Towards Heaven, I Feel My Nape Support / The Back Of My Head, I Grow The Breast Of A Harpy / And My Brush As It Drips Continually / Upon My Face, Makes It A Gorgeous Floor.

It Is Better Decoration When, In Painting, Some Monstrosity Is Introduced For Variety And A Relaxation Of The Senses And To Attract The Attention Of Mortal Eyes, Which At Times Desire To See That Which They Have Never Seen.

Critique By Creating.

If We Have Been Pleased With Life, We Should Not Be Displeased With Death, Since It Comes From The Hand Of The Same Master.

Death And Love Are The Two Wings That Bear The Good Man To Heaven.