Art Remains The One Way

I Do What Many Dream Of, All Their Lives

There's A New Tribunal Now Higher Than God's -the Educated Man's!

God Is The Perfect Poet.

That's The Wise Thrush; He Sings Each Song Twice Over, Lest You Should Think He Never Could Recapture The First Fine Careless Rapture!

Good To Forgive, Best To Forget.