Every Thought Was Once A Poem.

In A Life Which Has Meaning In It, Past And Future Sustain Each Other.

The Old Echoes Are Long In Dying.

Little Works, Little Thoughts, Little Loves, Little Prayers For Little Christians, And Larger And Larger As The Years Grow.

There Is Always The Possibility Of Beauty Where There Is An Unsealed Human Eye; Of Music Where There Is An Unstopped Human Ear; And Of Inspiration Where There Is A Receptive Human Spirit.

Genius Does Not Care Much For A Set Of Explicit Regulations, But That Does Not Mean That Genius Is Lawless.