He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.

Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!

Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse.

A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.

The hand of Vengeance found the Bed To which the Purple Tyrant fled The iron hand crush'd the tyrant's head And became Tyrant in his stead.

I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.

The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.