An Artist Is Someone Who Has Learned

Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours

The Foundation Of Friendship Demands The Greatest Likeness Of Human Souls And Hearts.

Tones Sound, And Roar And Storm About Me Until I Have Set Them Down In Notes.

From The Glow Of Enthusiasm I Let The Melody Escape.

In Praise Of Thy Goodness I Must Confess That Thou Didst Try With All Thy Means To Draw Me To Thee. Sometimes It Pleased Thee To Let Me Feel The Heavy Hand Of Thy Displeasure And To Humiliate My Proud Heart By Manifold Castigations. Sickness And Misfortune Didst Thou Send Upon Me To Turn My Thoughts To My Errantries.-one Thing, Only, O Father, Do I Ask: Cease Not To Labor For My Betterment. In Whatsoever Manner It Be, Let Me Turn To Thee And Become Fruitful In Good Works.