Believeth With The Life, The Pain Shall

Earth Changes, But Thy Soul And God Stand Sure.

Better Have Failed In The High Aim, As I, Than Vulgarly In The Low Aim Succeed As, God Be Thanked! I Do Not.

There Is An Inmost Center In Us All, Where Truth Abides In Fullness;....and, To Know, Rather Consists In Opening Out A Way Where The Imprisoned Splendor May Escape, Then In Effecting Entry For A Light Supposed To Be Without.

Such Ever Was Love's Way: To Rise, It Stoops.

All Poetry Is Putting The Infinite Within The Finite.