Who Never Walks Save Where He Sees

If Have Got My Spindle And My Distaff Ready--my Pen And Mind--never Doubting For An Instant That God Will Send Me Flax.

Communion Is The Law Of Growth, And Homes Only Thrive When They Sustain Relations With Each Other.

The Temple Of Art Is Built Of Words. Painting And Sculpture And Music Are But The Blazon Of Its Windows, Borrowing All Their Significance From The Light, And Suggestive Only Of The Temple's Uses.

This World Of Sense, Built By The Imagination--how Fair And Foul It Is! Like A Fairy Island In The Sea Of Life, It Smiles In Sunlight And Sleeps In Green, Known Of The World Not By Communion Of Knowledge, But By Personal, Secret Discovery!

There Are Crowds Who Trample A Flower Into The Dust Without Thinking Once That They Have One Of The Sweetest Thoughts Of God Under Their Heel.