The Soul Of Man Must Quicken To

Artistic Inevitability Lies In The Complete Adequacy Of The External To The Emotion.

Cling, Swing, Spring, Sing, Swing Up Into The Apple Tree.

To Make An End Is To Make A Beginning.

There Is No Such Thing As A Lost Cause, Because There Is No Such Thing As A Gained Cause

Oh, Do Not Ask, 'what Is It?'/let Us Go And Make Our Visit.