He Who Breathes Deepest Lives Most.

If We Tried To Sink The Past Beneath Our Feet, Be Sure The Future Would Not Stand.

Many A Fervid Man Writes Books As Cold And Flat As Graveyard Stones.

Men Of Science, Osteologists And Surgeons, Beat Some Poets, In Respect For Nature,-count Nought Common Or Unclean, Spend Raptures Upon Perfect Specimens Of Indurated Veins, Distorted Joints, Or Beautiful New Cases Of Curved Spine; While We, We Are Shocked At Nature's Falling Off, We Dare To Shrink Back From Her Warts And Blains.

Mountain Gorses, Do Ye Teach Us . . . . That The Wisest Word Man Reaches Is The Humblest He Can Speak?

New Angel Mine, Unhoped For In The World!