There Are Some Things You

Let People Go On Talking As They Like, And We Will Go On Living As We Think Best.

The Air And The Earth Interpenetrated In The Warm Gusts Of Spring; The Soil Was Full Of Sunlight, And The Sunlight Full Of Red Dust. The Air One Breathed Was Saturated With Earthy Smells, And The Grass Under Foot Had A Reflection Of The Blue Sky In It.

To Note An Artist's Limitations Is But To Define His Talent.

Some Things Are Best Learned In Calm, Others In Storm.

The End Is Nothing; The Road Is All.