If You Would Help Another Man, You

The Lamb Misused Breeds Public Strife And Yet Forgives The Butcher's Knife.

I Have No Name: I Am But Two Days Old. What Shall I Call Thee? I Happy Am, Joy Is My Name. Sweet Joy Befall Thee!

Rome & Greece Swept Art Into Their Maw & Destroy'd It; A Warlike State Never Can Produce Art. It Will Rob & Plunder & Accumulate Into One Place, & Translate & Copy & Buy & Sell & Criticize, But Not Make.

What Has Reason To Do With The Art Of Painting?

If You Would Help Another Man, You Must Do So In Minute Particulars.