How Sweet I Roamed From Field To

The Eagle Never Lost So Much Time As When He Submitted To Learn Of The Crow

Never Seek To Tell Thy Love; Love That Never Told Can Be. For The Gentle Wind Does Move Silently.. Invisibly.

As A Man Is, So He Sees.

The Fields From Islington To Marybone, To Primrose Hill And Saint John's Wood, Were Builded Over With Pillars Of Gold; And There Jerusalem's Pillars Stood.

Mere Enthusiasm Is The All In All... / Passion And Expression Are Beauty Itself.