I Please Myself With The Graces Of

The Problem Of Restoring To The World Original And Eternal Beauty Is Solved By Redemption Of The Soul.

What Opium Is Instilled Into All Disaster? It Shows Formidable As We Approach It, But There Is At Last No Rough Rasping Friction,but The Most Slippery Sliding Surfaces. We Fall Soft On A Thought.

There Is Guidance For Each Of Us, And By Lowly Listening We Shall Hear The Right Word.

So Shall We Come To Look At The World With New Eyes.

A Great Man Scarcely Knows How He Dines, How He Dresses; But Without Railing Or Precision, His Living Is Natural And Poetic.