History Is The New Poetry.

I Want To Meet My God Awake.

The Thing Is Not Only To Avoid Error, But To Attain Immense Masses Of Truth.

My Whinstone House My Castle Is, I Have My Own Four Walls.

How Great A Possibility, How Small A Realized Result.

One Seems To Believe Almost All That They Believe; And When They Stop Short And Call It A Religion, And You Pass On, And Call It Only A Reminiscence Of One, Should You Not Part With The Kiss Of Peace?