The nude is the perfect expression of freedom. Freedom to be.

Just as, out of habit, one consults a run-down clock as though it were still going, so too one may look at the face of a beautiful woman as though he still loved her.

Know'st thou yesterday, its aim and reason? Work'st thou will today for worthier things? Then calmly wait the morrow's hidden season, And fear thou not, what hap soe'er it brings

But one must know where one stands, and where the others wish to go.

He who can not learn to love must flatter.

Few men have imagination enough for reality.

A correct answer is like an affectionate kiss.