I'd Rather Be Hissed At

To Rise From Error To Truth Is Rare And Beautiful.

When Two Mouths, Made Sacred By Love, Draw Near To Each Other To Create, It Is Impossible, That Above That Ineffable Kiss There Should Not Be A Thrill In The Immense Mystery Of The Stars.

Laughter Is The Sun That Drives Winter From The Human Face.

One Is Not Idle Because One Is Absorbed. There Is Both Visible And Invisible Labor. To Contemplate Is To Toil, To Think Is To Do. The Crossed Arms Work, The Clasped Hands Act. The Eyes Upturned To Heaven Are An Act Of Creation.

Creation Lives, Grows, And Multiplies; Man Is But A Witness.