I Wept Not — So To Stone

O Power Of Fantasy That Steals Our Minds From Things Outside, To Leave Us Unaware, Although A Thousand Trumpets May Blow Loud--what Stirs You If The Senses Show You Nothing? Light Stirs You, Formed In Heaven, By Itself, Or By His Will Who Sends It Down To Us.

The Secret Of Getting Things Done Is To Act!

Small Projects Need Much More Help Than Great.

There Is A Gentle Thought That Often Springs To Life In Me, Because It Speaks Of You.

Nature Is The Art Of God.