The busy bee has no time for sorrow.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

Man was made for joy and woe, and when this we rightly know through the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul to bind.

The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear.

What seems to be, is, to those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most dreadful consequences to those to whom it seems to be, even of torments, despair, eternal death.

Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed.