Sunday Is The Golden Clasp That Binds

The Laws Of Nature Are Just, But Terrible. There Is No Weak Mercy In Them. Cause And Consequence Are Inseparable And Inevitable.

All The Means Of Action -- The Shapeless Masses -- The Materials -- Lie Everywhere About Us. What We Need Is The Celestial Fire To Change The Flint Into The Transparent Crystal, Bright And Clear. That Fire Is Genius.

Don't Cross The Bridge Til You Come To It.

Art Is The Child Of Nature.

The Greatest Grace Of A Gift, Perhaps, Is That It Anticipates And Admits Of No Return.