And I Made A Rural Pen, And

Excessive Sorrow Laughs. Excessive Joy Weeps.

Knowledge Is Life With Wings

Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine.

The Human Mind Cannot Go Beyond The Gift Of God, The Holy Ghost. To Suppose That Art Can Go Beyond The Finest Specimens Of Art That Are Now In The World Is Not Knowing What Art Is; It Is Being Blind To The Gifts Of The Spirit.

Some Will Say, Is Not God Alone The Prolific? I Answer, God Only Acts & Is, In Existing Beings Or Men.