If I Were Asked To Say What

Slayer Of The Winter, Art Thou Here Again? O Welcome, Thou That Bring'st The Summer Nigh! The Bitter Wind Makes Not The Victory Vain. Nor Will We Mock Thee For Thy Faint Blue Sky.

Artists Cannot Help Themselves; They Are Driven To Create By Their Nature, But For That Nature To Truly Thrive, We Need To Preserve The Precious Habitat In Which That Beauty Can Flourish.

There Is No Single Policy To Which One Can Point And Say - This Built The Morris Business. I Should Think I Must Have Made Not Less Than One Thousand Decisions In Each Of The Last Ten Years. The Success Of A Business Is The Result Of The Proportion Of Right Decisions By The Executive In Charge.

Love Is Enough Love Is Enough: Though The World Be A-waning, And The Woods Have No Voice But The Voice Of Complaining, Though The Skies Be Too Dark For Dim Eyes To Discover The Gold-cups And Daisies Fair Blooming Thereunder, Though The Hills Be Held Shadows, And The Sea A Dark Wonder, And This Day Draw A Veil Over All Deeds Passed Over, Yet Their Hands Shall Not Tremble, Their Feet Shall Not Falter: The Void Shall Not Weary, The Fear Shall Not Alter These Lips And These Eyes Of The Loved And The Lover.

If I Were Asked To Say What Is At Once The Most Important Production Of Art And The Thing Most To Be Longed For, I Should Answer, A Beautiful House.