Joy, Temperance, And Repose, Slam The Door

Art Is The Gift Of God, And Must Be Used Unto His Glory.

Know How Sublime A Thing It Is To Suffer And Be Strong.

Feeling Is Deep And Still; And The Word That Floats On The Surface Is As The Tossing Buoy, That Betrays Where The Anchor Is Hidden.

An Angel Visited The Green Earth, And Took A Flower Away.

Autumn Arrives Like A Warrior With The Stain Of Blood Upon His Brazen Mail. His Crimson Scarf Is Rent. His Scarlet Banner Drips With Gore. His Step Is Like A Flail Upon The Threshing Floor.