A Lie Always Needs A

It Is The End Of Art To Inoculate Men With The Love Of Nature. But Those Who Have A Psssion For Nature In The Natural Way, Need No Pictures Nor Gallereies. Spring Is Their Designer, And The Whole Year Their Artist.

There Is No Such Thing As White Lies; A Lie Is As Black As A Coalpit, And Twice As Foul.

No Emotion, Any More Than A Wave, Can Long Retain Its Own Individual Form.

Love Is God's Loaf; And This Is That Feeding For Which We Are Taught To Pray, "give Us This Day Our Daily Bread."

The Elect, Those Who Will; The Non-elect, Those Who Won't.