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Earth, Left Silent By The Wind Of Night,seems Shrunken 'neath The Gray Unmeasured Height.

There Is No Excuse For Doing Anything Which Is Not Strikingly Beautiful.

A Man At Work, Making Something Which He Feels Will Exist Because He Is Working At It And Wills It, Is Exercising The Energies Of His Mind And Soul As Well As Of His Body. Memory And Imagination Help Him As He Works.

There Was A Knight Came Riding By In Early Spring, When The Roads Were Dry; And He Heard That Lady Sing At The Noon, Two Red Roses Across The Moon.

You May Hang Your Walls With Tapestry Insread Of Whitewash Or Paper; Or You May Cover Them With Mosaic; Or Have Them Frescoed By A Great Painter: All This Is Not Luxury, If It Be Done For Beauty's Sake, And Not For Show: It Does Not Break Our Golden Rule: Have Nothing In Your Houses Which You Do Not Know To Be Useful Or Believe To Be Beautiful.