Imagination Is The Air Of Mind.

Error Is Worse Than Ignorance.

The Temples Perish, But The God Still Lives.

A Poet Not In Love Is Out At Sea; He Must Have A Lay-figure.

My Favoured Temple Is An Humble Heart.

True Faith Nor Biddeth Nor Abideth Form, The Bended Knee, The Eye Uplift; Is All Which Men Need Render; All Which God Can Bear. What To The Faith Are Forms? A Passing Speck, A Crow Upon The Sky.