Serene I Fold My Hands And Wait.

Why Do You Send Fools To Judge My Work?

Souls Will Never Ascend To Heaven Until The Sight Of Beauty Lifts Them There.

I Already Have A Wife Who Is Too Much For Me.. She Is My Art, And My Works Are My Children.

I Live In Sin, To Kill Myself I Live; No Longer My Life My Own, But Sin's; My Good Is Given To Me By Heaven, My Evil By Myself, By My Free Will, Of Which I Am Deprived.

Lord, Make Me See Thy Glory In Every Place.