The Legs Are The Wheels Of Creativity.

The Ways Of Creation Are Wrapt In Mystery. We May Only Marvel, And Bow Our Head.

I Now See The Necessity Of A Beginning.

To See With One's Own Eyes, To Feel And Judge Without Succumbing To The Suggestive Power Of The Fashion Of The Day, To Be Able To Express What One Has Seen And Felt In A Snappy Sentence Or Even In A Cunningly Wrought Word - Is That Not Glorious? Is It Not A Proper Subject For Congregation?

A Forced Faithfulness Is A Bitter Fruit For All Concerned.

Don't Let The Measurable Drive Out The Relevant