Art Is The Gift Of God, And

I Know Not How It Is, But During A Voyage I Collect Books As A Ship Does Barnacles.

And All The Air Is Filled With Pleasant Noise Of Waters

Every Human Heart Is Human.

Between The Dark And The Daylight, When The Night Is Beginning To Lower, Comes A Pause In The Day's Occupations, That Is Known As The Children's Hour.

Races, Better Than We, Have Leaned On Her Wavering Promise, Having Naught Else But Hope.