Nothing Which We Are To

All Nothing's Only Our Hugest Home; The Most Who Die, The More We Live

O Sweet Spontaneous Earth

Do Not Hate Or Fear The Artist In Yourselves... Honor And Love Him...do Not Try To Possess Him. Trust Him As Nobly As You Trust Tomorrow. Only The Artist In Yourself Is More Truthful Than The Night.

Nothing Recedes Like Progress.

Nobody, Not Even The Rain, Has Such Small Hands