And Lilies Are Still Lilies, Pulled By

I Begin To Think That None Are So Bold As The Timid, When They Are Fairly Roused.

The Growing Drama Has Outgrown Such Toys Of Simulated Stature, Face, And Speech: It Also Peradventure May Outgrow The Simulation Of The Painted Scene, Boards, Actors, Prompters, Gaslight, And Costume, And Take For A Worthier Stage The Soul Itself, Its Shifting Fancies And Celestial Lights, With All Its Grand Orchestral Silences To Keep The Pauses Of Its Rhythmic Sounds.

Let Us Be Content To Work To Do The Things We Can, And Not Presume To Fret Because It's Little.

He Who Breathes Deepest Lives Most.

Mountain Gorses, Do Ye Teach Us . . . . That The Wisest Word Man Reaches Is The Humblest He Can Speak?