The World Hid Its Head

What A Terrible Thing Could Be Freedom. Trees Were Free When They Were Uprooted By The Wind; Ships Were Free When They Were Torn From Their Moorings; Men Were Free When They Were Cast Out Of Their Homes—free To Starve, Free To Perish Of Cold And Hunger.

Clothes, After All, Are A Form Of Self-expression.

Language Is Surely Too Small A Vessel To Contain These Emotions Of Mind And Body That Have Somehow Awakened A Response In The Spirit.

The World Hid Its Head In The Sands Of Convention, So That By Seeing Nothing It Might Avoid Truth.

The Realization Of Great Mutual Love Can At Times Be So Overwhelming A Thing, That Even The Bravest Of Hearts May Grow Fearful.