With What Cracked Pitchers Go We To

Folded Eyes See Brighter Colors Than The Open Ever Do.

If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Naught Except For Love's Sake Only.

Don't Get Me Wrong-painting's All Right. But Now That We Have Photography, What's The Point?

New Angel Mine, Unhoped For In The World!

Love Me Sweet With All Thou Art Feeling, Thinking, Seeing; Love Me In The Lightest Part, Love Me In Full Being.