His Lips Drink Water But

May I Be I Is The Only Prayer--not May I Be Great Or Good Or Beautiful Or Wise Or Strong.

O Sweet Spontaneous Earth How Often Has The Naughty Thumb Of Science Prodded Thy Beauty Thou Answereth Them Only With Spring.

The Artist Is No Other Than He Who Unlearns What He Has Learned, In Order To Know Himself.

Guilt Is The Cause Of More Marauders Than History's Most Obscene Disauders

We're Anything Brighter Than Even The Sun