If We Tried To Sink The Past

For 'tis Not In Mere Death That Men Die Most.

The Beautiful Seems Right By Force Of Beauty And The Feeble Wrong Because Of Weakness.

You May Write Twenty Lines One Day--or Even Three Like Euripides In Three Days--and A Hundred Lines In One More Day--and Yet On The Hundred, May Have Been Expended As Much Good Work, As On The Twenty And The Three.

I Love Thee To The Depth And Breadth And Height My Soul Can Reach.

But The Child's Sob Curses Deeper In The Silence Than The Strong Man In His Wrath!