Faultless To A Fault.

In The Morning Of The World, When Earth Was Nigher Heaven Than Now.

I Know What I Want And What I Might Gain, And Yet, How Profitless To Know.

If You Get Simple Beauty And Naught Else, You Get About The Best Thing God Invents.

White Shall Not Neutralize The Black, Nor Good Compensate Bad In Man, Absolve Him So; Life's Business Being Just The Terrible Choice.

Finds Progress, Man's Distinctive Mark Alone, Not God's, And Not The Beast's; God Is, They Are, Man Partly Is, And Wholly Hopes To Be.