He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
Energy is eternal delight.
For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die
The mocker of Art is the mocker of Jesus.
If a thing loves, it is infinite.