Art Should Be A Place Of Hope.

The First Thing Was To Get Down To Addie Richardson's Henhouse, And That Was A Goodish Way, Four Or Five Miles. She Found Herself Wondering If The Lord Was Going To Send Her An Eagle To Fly Her Those Four Miles, Or Send Elijah In His Fiery Chariot To Give Her A Lift. Blasphemy," She Told Herself Complacently. "the Lord Provides Strength, Not Taxicabs.

Pride Was The Belt You Used To Hold Your Pants Up When You Had No Pants.

Say Your Name Over Two Hundred Times And Discover You Are No One.

The World Had Teeth And It Could Bite You With Them Anytime It Wanted.

In The End We Always Wear Out Our Worries. That’s What Wireman Says.