Whatever Appeals To The Imagination, By Transcending

The Soul Is Not Born; It Does Not Die; It Was Not Produced From Anyone… Unborn, Eternal, It Is Not Slain, Though The Body Is Slain.

You Take A Weakness And Start Making It Stronger.. You Don't Have To Build Your Strengths - That You Already Possess... It Is Your Weakness That Needs The Exercise

In This Great Society Wide Lying Around Us, A Critical Analysis Would Find Very Few Spontaneous Actions. It Is Almost All Custom And Gross Sense.

Converse With A Mind That Is Grandly Simple, And Literature Looks Like Word-catching.

Picture And Sculpture Are The Celebrations And Festivities Of Form.