As Is Your Sort Of Mind, So

Best Be Yourself, Imperial, Plain, And True.

Rats They Fought The Dogs And Killed The Cats, And Bit The Babies In The Cradles, And Ate The Cheeses Out Of The Vats, And Licked The Soup From The Cook's Own Ladles. Split Open The Kegs Of Salted Sprats, Made Nests Inside Men's Sunday Hats, And Even Spoiled The Women's Chats By Drowning Their Speaking With Shrieking And Squeaking In Fifty Different Sharps And Flats.

Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth.

Truth Is Within Ourselves.

All Good Things Are Ours, Nor Soul Helps Flesh More, Now, Than Flesh Helps Soul!