Indifference May Not Wreck A

Set Me A Task In Which I Can Put Something Of My Very Self, And It Is A Task No Longer; It Is Joy; It Is Art.

Over The Shoulders And Slopes Of The Dune I Saw The White Daisies Go Down To The Sea, A Host In The Sunshine, An Army In June, The People God Sends Us To Set Our Heart Free.

On The Shining Yards Of Heaven See A Wider Dawn Unfurled. . . . The Eternal Slaves Of Beauty Are The Masters Of The World.

A 'fact' Merely Marks The Point Where We Have Agreed To Let Investigation Cease.

There Is A Passion For Perfection Which You Will Rarely See Fully Developed; But You May Note This Fact, That In Successful Lives It Is Never Wholly Lacking.