And So We Plough Along, As The

The Holiest Of Holidays Are Those Kept By Ourselves In Silence And Apart; The Secret Anniversaries Of The Heart.

At First Laying Down, As A Fact Fundamental, That Nothing With God Can Be Accidental.

All The Means Of Action -- The Shapeless Masses -- The Materials -- Lie Everywhere About Us. What We Need Is The Celestial Fire To Change The Flint Into The Transparent Crystal, Bright And Clear. That Fire Is Genius.

And The Wind Plays On Those Great Sonorous Harps, The Shrouds And Masts Of Ships.

Youth Comes But Once A Life Time. Perhaps, But It Remains Strong In Many For Their Entire Lives.