No One Has A Prosperity So High

We All Need Someone Who Can Help Us Do What We Already Can.

For Flowers That Bloom About Our Feet; For Tender Grass, So Fresh, So Sweet; For Song Of Bird, And Hum Of Bee; For All Things Fair We Hear Or See, Father In Heaven, We Thank Thee!

Friendship Should Be Surrounded With Ceremonies And Respects, And Not Crushed Into Corners.

A Creative Economy Is The Fuel Of Magnificence.

The Virtue Of Art Lies In Detachment, In Sequestering One Object From The Embarrassing Variety. Until One Thing Comes Out From Theconnection Of Things, There Can Be Enjoyment, Contemplation, But No Thought.