Blessings Star Forth Forever; But A Curse

The Worst Way To Improve The World Is To Condemn It.

Could We But Think With The Intensity We Love With, We Might Do Great Things.

True Faith Nor Biddeth Nor Abideth Form, The Bended Knee, The Eye Uplift; Is All Which Men Need Render; All Which God Can Bear. What To The Faith Are Forms? A Passing Speck, A Crow Upon The Sky.

Poets Are All Who Love, Who Feel Great Truths, And Tell Them; And The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

The Temples Perish, But The God Still Lives.