Drive Out Nature With A Fork, She

For, When Men Shall Meet As They Ought, Each A Benefactor, A Shower Of Stars, Clothed With Thoughts, With Deeds, With Accomplishments, It Should Be The Festival Of Nature Which All Things Announce. Of Such Friendship, Love In The Sexes Is The First Symbol, As All Other Things Are Symbols Of Love. Those Relations To The Best Men, Which, At One Time, We Reckoned The Romances Of Youth, Become, In The Progress Of Character, The Most Solid Enjoyment.

The Sensual Man Conforms Thoughts To Things; The Poet Conforms Things To His Thoughts.

The Never-ending Task Of Self Improvement.

The Soul Refuses Limits And Always Affirms An Optimism, Never A Pessimism.

There Can Be No Excess To Love, None To Knowledge, None To Beauty.