And is he honest who resists his genius or conscience only for the sake of present ease or gratification

The naked women's body is a portion of eternity too great for the eye of man.

More! More! is the cry of a mistaken soul.

How sweet I roamed from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide!

Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime

The human mind cannot go beyond the gift of God, the Holy Ghost. To suppose that art can go beyond the finest specimens of art that are now in the world is not knowing what art is; it is being blind to the gifts of the spirit.

You throw the sand against the wind and the wind blows it back again.