A Man Is A Method, A Progressive

If The Race Is Good, So Is The Place.

Talent May Frolic And Juggle; Genius Realizes And Adds.

Use What Language You Will, You Can Never Say Anything But What You Are.

But I Go With My Friend To The Shore Of Our Little River, And With One Stroke Of The Paddle, I Leave The Village Politics And Personalities, Yes, And The World Of Villages And Personalities Behind, And Pass Into A Delicate Realm Of Sunset And Moonlight, Too Bright Almost For Spotted Man To Enter Without Novitiate And Probation.

What Your Heart Thinks Is Great, Is Great. The Soul's Emphasis Is Always Right.