Books Succeed; And Lives Fail.

Don't Get Me Wrong-painting's All Right. But Now That We Have Photography, What's The Point?

The Least Flower, With Brimming Cup, May Stand And Share Its Dew Drop With Another Near.

Yet How Proud We Are, In Daring To Look Down Upon Ourselves!

Too Much Beauty, I Reckon, Is Nothing But Too Much Sun.

Two Human Loves Make One Divine.