If I Leave All For Thee, Wilt

Don't Get Me Wrong-painting's All Right. But Now That We Have Photography, What's The Point?

Measure Not The Work Until The Day's Out And The Labor Done.

And There My Little Doves Did Sit With Feathers Softly Brown And Glittering Eyes That Showed Their Right To General Nature's Deep Delight.

How Many Desolate Creatures On The Earth Have Learnt The Simple Dues Of Fellowship And Social Comfort, In A Hospital.

Art Is Much, But Love Is More.