I Am No Artist -

If I Am More Alive Because Love Burns And Chars Me, As A Fire, Given Wood Or Wind, Feels New Elation, It's That He Who Lays Me Low Is My Salvation, And Invigorates The More, The More He Scars Me.

Nature Did All Things Well

Gazing On Beautiful Things Acts On My Soul.

Perfection Is No Small Thing, But It Is Made Up Of Small Things.

My Soul Can Find No Staircase To Heaven Unless It Be Through Earth's Loveliness.