I Lose And Find Myself In The

All Lovers Live By Longing, And Endure: Summon A Vision And Declare It Pure.

Over Every Mountain There Is A Path, Although It May Not Be Seen From The Valley.

O Lord, May I Never Want To Look Good. O Jesus, May I Always Read It All: Out Loud And The Very Way It Should Be. May I Never Look At The Other Findings Until I Have Come To My Own True Conclusions: May I Care For The Least Of The Young: And Become Aware Of The One Poem That Each May Have Written; May I Be Aware Of What Each Thing Is, Delighted With Form, And Wary Of The False Comparison; May I Never Use The Word "brilliant."

Art Is The Means We Have Of Undoing The Damage Of Haste. It's What Everything Else Isn't.

Being, Not Doing, Is My First Joy.