But So Many Books Thou Readest, But

Culture Is The Passion For Sweetness And Light, And (what Is More) The Passion For Making Them Prevail.

I Keep Saying, Shakespeare, Shakespeare, You Are As Obscure As Life Is.

Waiting For The Spark From Heaven To Fall.

Sand-strewn Caverns, Cool And Deep, Where The Winds Are All Asleep; Where The Spent Lights Quiver And Gleam; Where The Salt Weed Sways In The Stream.

How Many Minds--almost All The Great Ones--were Formed In Secrecy And Solitude!