God Never Jests With Us, And Will

A Friend Is The Hope Of The Heart.

Nature Is What You May Do. There Is Much You May Not Do.

My Angel,-his Name Is Freedom,- Choose Him To Be Your King; He Shall Cut Pathways East And West, And Fend You With His Wing.

Light Is The First Of Painters. There Is No Object So Foul That Intense Light Will Not Make It Beautiful.

The Beautiful Laws Of Time And Space, Once Dislocated By Our Inaptitude, Are Holes And Dens. If The Hive Be Disturbed By Rash And Stupid Hands, Instead Of Honey, It Will Yield Us Bees.