Many Wear The Robes, But Few Walk

And The First Rude Sketch That The World Had Seen Was Joy To His Mighty Heart, Till The Devil Whispered Behind The Leaves 'it's Pretty, But Is It Art?'

If You Can Dream - And Not Make Dreams Your Master.

Cities And Thrones And Powers Stand In Time's Eye, Almost As Long As Flowers, Which Daily Die

I Always Prefer To Believe The Best Of Everybody, It Saves So Much Trouble.

Enough Work To Do, And Strength Enough To Do The Work.