God's Gifts Put Man's Best Dreams To

Never Say No When The World Says Aye.

We Can't Separate Our Humanity From Our Poetry.

I Should Not Dare To Call My Soul My Own.

Xi I Sang His Name Instead Of Song; Over And Over I Sang His Name: Backward And Forward I Sang It Along, With My Sweetest Notes, It Was Still The Same! I Sang It Low, That The Slave-girls Near Might Never Guess, From What They Could Hear, That All The Song Was A Name.

No Man Can Be Called Friendless Who Has God And The Companionship Of Good Books.