Make Yourself Necessary To The World, And

Nature Is Saturated With Deity.

No Facts To Me Are Sacred; None Are Profane.

Love, And You Shall Be Loved.

The Maker Of A Sentence Launches Out Into The Infinite And Builds A Road Into Chaos And Old Night, And Is Followed By Those Who Hear Him With Something Of Wild, Creative Delight.

In The True Mythology, Love Is An Immortal Child, And Beauty Leads Him As A Guide; Nor Can We Express A Deeper Sense Than When We Say, Beauty Is The Pilot Of The Young Soul.