If God Had Wanted Me Otherwise, He

You Can’t, If You Can’t Feel It, If It Never Rises From The Soul, And Sways The Heart Of Every Single Hearer, With Deepest Power, In Simple Ways. You’ll Sit Forever, Gluing Things Together, Cooking Up A Stew From Other’s Scraps, Blowing On A Miserable Fire, Made From Your Heap Of Dying Ash. Let Apes And Children Praise Your Art, If Their Admiration’s To Your Taste, But You’ll Never Speak From Heart To Heart, Unless It Rises Up From Your Heart’s Space.

Truth Must Be Repeated Again And Again, Because Error Is Constantly Being Preached Round About.

Letters Are Among The Most Significant Memorial A Person Can Leave Behind Them.

Knowing Is Not Enough; We Must Apply. Willing Is Not Enough; We Must Do.

There Is No Better Deliverance From The World Than Through Art, And A Man Can Form No Surer Bond With It.