“Cherubs fan our foolish fires, filling hearts with mad desires. They prick our pride and haughtiness with quick, angelic naughtiness.” — John Biccard Copy Share Image
“Cherubs fan our foolish fires, filling hearts with mad desires. They prick our pride and haughtiness with quick, angelic naughtiness.” — John Biccard Copy Share Image
“Birds of prey and fierce piranha enter not into Nirvana, where are neither thorns nor nettles, only soft and fragrant petals.” — John Biccard Copy Share Image
“Sufi, the magus’s camel, was a remarkable mammal, as at home in a busy bazaar as alone on a dune with a star.” — John Biccard Copy Share Image
“Rams are taught that thoughts are thickets. Get your horns caught and it’s tickets.” — John Biccard Copy Share Image