God Give Us Men! A Time Like

Artists Are Nearest God. Into Their Souls He Breathes His Life, And From Their Hands It Comes In Fair, Articulate Forms To Bless The World.

Posts Of Honor Are Evermore Posts Of Danger And Of Care.

If There Be One Attribute Of The Deity Which Astonishes Me More Than Another, It Is The Attribute Of Patience. The Great Soul That Sits On The Throne Of The Universe Is Not, Never Was, And Never Will Be, In A Hurry. In The Realm Of Nature, Every Thing Has Been Wrought Out In The August Consciousness Of Infinite Leisure; And I Bless God For That Geology Which Gives Me A Key To The Patience In Which The Creative Process Was Effected.

Ah! Soul Of Mine! Ah! Soul Of Mine! Thy Sluggish Senses Are But Bars That Stand Between Thee And The Stars, And Shut Thee From The World Divine.

Humanity Is Constitutionally Lazy.