Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.

Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.

My skull, my eyes, my nose three times, my jaw, my shoulder, my chest, two fingers, a knee, everything from read more

My skull, my eyes, my nose three times, my jaw, my shoulder, my chest, two fingers, a knee, everything from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. [Listing what body parts he has broken].

It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of faces, there should be none alike.

It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of faces, there should be none alike.

The ear tends to be lazy, craves the familiar, and is shocked by the unexpected: the eye, on the other read more

The ear tends to be lazy, craves the familiar, and is shocked by the unexpected: the eye, on the other hand, tends to be impatient, craves the novel and is bored by repetition.

Leisure is the exultation of the possible.

Leisure is the exultation of the possible.

Of one thing I am certain, the body is not the measure of healing peace is the measure.

Of one thing I am certain, the body is not the measure of healing peace is the measure.

Wisdom is to the soul what health is to the body

Wisdom is to the soul what health is to the body

. . . I rarely draw what I see. I draw what I feel in my body.

. . . I rarely draw what I see. I draw what I feel in my body.

Our bodies are apt to be our autobiographies.

Our bodies are apt to be our autobiographies.