The Body Sprang At Once

You Call For Faith: I Show You Doubt, To Prove That Faith Exists. The More Of Doubt, The Stronger Faith, I Say, If Faith O'ercomes Doubt.

Just For A Handful Of Silver He Left Us, Just For A Riband To Stick In His Coat.

Truth Never Hurt The Teller.

One May Do Whatever One Likes. In Art, The Only Thing Is, To Make Sure That One Does Like It.

Why Comes Temptation But For Man To Meet And Master And Make Crouch Beneath His Foot, And So Be Pedestaled In Triumph?