Life Hath More Awe Than Death.

O, There Is Naught On Earth Worth Being Known But God And Our Own Souls!

The World Is A Great Poem, And The World's The Words It Is Writ In, And We Souls The Thoughts.

All Things That Speak Of Heaven Speak Of Peace.

The Sun, Centre And Sire Of Light, The Keystone Of The World-built Arch Of Heaven.

I Run The Gauntlet Of A File Of Doubts, Each One Of Which Down Hurls Me To The Ground.