Love Is Enough: Though The

If You Cannot Learn To Love Real Art, At Least Learn To Hate Sham Art And Reject It.

Free Men Must Live Simple Lives And Have Simple Pleasures.

Speak Not, Move Not, But Listen, The Sky Is Full Of Gold. No Ripple On The River, No Stir In Field Or Fold, All Gleams But Naught Doth Glisten, But The Far-off Unseen Sea. Forget Days Past, Heart Broken, Put All Memory By! No Grief On The Green Hillside, No Pity In The Sky, Joy That May Not Be Spoken Fills Mead And Flower And Tree.

As To The Garden, It Seems To Me Its Chief Fruit Is-blackbirds.

And The Deeds That Ye Do Upon This Earth, It Is For Fellowship's Sake That Ye Do Them.