No Pattern Should Be Without Some Sort

Art Made By The People For The People, As A Joy To The Maker And The User.

We Are Only The Trustees For Those Who Come After Us.

Speak Not, Move Not, But Listen, The Sky Is Full Of Gold. No Ripple On The River, No Stir In Field Or Fold, All Gleams But Naught Doth Glisten, But The Far-off Unseen Sea. Forget Days Past, Heart Broken, Put All Memory By! No Grief On The Green Hillside, No Pity In The Sky, Joy That May Not Be Spoken Fills Mead And Flower And Tree.

I Am Going Your Way, So Let Us Go Hand In Hand. You Help Me And I'll Help You. We Shall Not Be Here Very Long ... So Let Us Help One Another While We May.

If You Cannot Learn To Love Real Art, At Least Learn To Hate Sham Art And Reject It.