All Writing Is A Form Of Prayer.

Literary Men Are . . . A Perpetual Priesthood.

Conversation Is Not A Search After Knowledge, But An Endeavor At Effect.

Its Better To Lose Your Ego To The One You Love Than To Lose The One You Love To Your Ego

Young Playmates Of The Rose And Daffodil, Be Careful Ere Ye Enter In, To Fill Your Baskets High With Fennel Green, And Balm, And Golden Pines Savory Latter-mint, And Columbines.

Can Death Be Sleep, When Life Is But A Dream, And Scenes Of Bliss Pass As A Phantom By? ---"on Death