The Wrath Of The Lion

The Moon, Like A Flower In Heaven's High Bower, With Silent Delight Sits And Smiles On The Night.

Kill Not The Moth Nor Butterfly, For The Last Judgement Draweth Nigh.

If Christianity Was Morality, Socrates Would Be The Saviour.

Art Can Never Exist Without Naked Beauty Displayed.

Everything Is Beautiful In Its Own Way. Exuberance Is Beauty.