Gaze Up At The Stars Knowing That

The Denial Of Contemporary Genius Is The Rule Rather Than The Exception. No One Counts The Eagles In The Nest, Till There Is A Rush Of Wings; And Lo! They Are Flown.

Yet Half The Beast Is The Great God Pan, To Laugh, As He Sits By The River, Making A Poet Out Of A Man. The True Gods Sigh For The Cost And The Pain-- For The Reed That Grows Never More Again As A Reed With The Reeds Of The River.

Eve Is A Twofold Mystery.

Foolishness And Criticism Are So Apt, Do So Naturally Go Together!

I Heard An Angel Speak Last Night/and He Said, "write!"