Order Is Man's Greatest Need, And His

The Tragic Solemnity Of Existence Strikes Us With Terrible Force On That Morning When We Wake To Find The Mournful Words "too Late" Ringing In Our Ears.

Any Landscape Is A Condition Of The Spirit.

We Only Understand That Which Already Is Within Us.

The Stationary Condition Is The Beginning Of The End

A Microscopic Phantom Of The Universe; This Is All That We Are Able To Be.