We Always Hope, And In All Things

I Have Observed That As Long As One Lives And Bestirs Himself, He Can Always Find Food And Raiment, Though It May Not Be Of The Choicest Description.

Give Me Those Days With Heart In Riot, The Depths Of Bliss That Touched On Pain, The Force Of Hate, And Love's Disquiet- Ah, Give Me Back My Youth Again!

Every Decided Colour Does A Certain Violence To The Eye, And Forces The Organ To Opposition.

Art Is Constitutive-the Artist Determines Beauty. He Does Not Take It Over.

If Ever The Divine Appeared On Earth, It Was In The Person Of Christ.