Our Ingress Into The World Was Naked

Art Is The Child Of Nature.

And The Bright Faces Of My Young Companions Are Wrinkled Like My Own, Or Are No More.

Your Education Begins Where What Is Called Your Education Is Over. Your Fate Is But The Common Lot Of All.

I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day Their Old, Familiar Carols Play, And Wild And Sweet The Words Repeat Of Peace On Earth, Good-will To Men!

How Wonderful Is The Human Voice! It Is Indeed The Organ Of The Soul. The Intellect Of Man Is Enthroned Visibly On His Forehead And In His Eye, And The Heart Of Man Is Written On His Countenance, But The Soul, The Soul Reveals Itself In The Voice Only.