She Who Dwells With Me Whom I

I Am More Famed In Heaven For My Works Than I Could Well Conceive. In My Brain Are Studies & Chambers Filled With Books & Pictures Of Old, Which I Wrote And Painted In Ages Of Eternity Before My Mortal Life; And Whose Works Are The Delight & Study Of Archangels. Why, Then, Should I Be Anxious About The Riches Or Fame Of Mortality?

Improvement Makes Strait Roads, But The Crooked Roads Without Improvement, Are Roads Of Genius.

The Bird A Nest, The Spider A Web, Man Friendship.

Time Is The Mercy Of Eternity; Without Time's Swiftness Which Is The Swiftest Of All Things, All Were Eternal Torment.

A Musician, An Artist, An Architect: The Man Or Woman Who Is Not One Of These Is Not A Christian.