To Speak Truly, Few Adult Persons Can

The Forest Is My Loyal Friend A Delphic Shrine To Me.

New Arts Destroy The Old.

The Soul Knows Only The Soul; The Web Of Events Is The Flowing Robe In Which She Is Clothed.

To Speak Truly, Few Adult Persons Can See Nature. Most Persons Do Not See The Sun.

When A Man Meets His Make, Society Begins.