• Always the seer is a sayer. Somehow his dream is told; somehow he publishes it with solemn joy: sometimes with pencil on canvas, sometimes with chisel on stone, sometimes in towers and aisles of granite, his soul's worship is builded; sometimes in anthems of indefinite music, but clearest and most permanent, in words.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson (2010). “Self-Reliance, the Over-Soul, and Other Essays”, p.116, Coyote Canyon Press