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Man Finds His Pathways: At First They Were Foot-tracks, As Those Of The Beast In The Wilderness; Now They Are Swift And Invisible: His Thought Dives Through The Ocean, And His Wishes Thread The Air: Has He Found All The Pathways Yet? What Reaches Him, Stays With Him, Rules Him: He Must Accept It, Not Knowing Its Pathway.

To Know Intense Joy Without A Strong Bodily Frame, One Must Have An Enthusiastic Soul.

Melodies Die Out, Like The Pipe Of Pan, With The Ears That Love Them And Listen For Them.

A Woman's Rank Lies In The Fulness Of Her Womanhood: Therein Alone She Is Royal.

Speech May Be Barren; But It Is Ridiculous To Suppose That Silence Is Always Brooding On A Nestful Of Eggs.