I Am Going To That Country Which

The Eye Altering, Alters All.

I Am In You And You In Me, Mutual In Divine Love.

The Pure Soul Shall Mount On Native Wings, . . . And Cut A Path Into The Heaven Of Glory.

The Foundation Of Empire Is Art And Science. Remove Them Or Degrade Them, And The Empire Is No More. Empire Follows Art And Not Vice Versa As Englishmen Suppose.

To Create A Little Flower Is The Labour Of Ages.