Any Work Of Art Must First Of

O Hushed October Morning Mild, Begin The Hours Of This Day Slow, Make The Day Seem To Us Less Brief... Retard The Sun With Gentle Mist; Enchant The Land With Amethyst.

A Champion Of The Workingman Has Never Been Known To Die Of Overwork.

The Heart Can Think Of No Devotion Greater Than Being Shore To The Ocean- Holding The Curve Of One Position, Counting An Endless Repetition.

Hell Is A Half-filled Auditorium.

A Bird Half Wakened In The Lunar Noon Sang Halfway Through Its Little Inborn Tune.