Make No More Giants, God!but Elevate The

God Is The Perfect Poet.

When I Love Most, Love Is Disguised. In Hate; And When Hate Is Surprised, In Love, Then I Hate Most.

I Dare Not So Honor My Mere Wishes And Prayers As To Put Them For A Moment Beside Your Noble Acts; But This Know, I Would Rather Submit To The Worst Of Deaths, So Far As Pain Goes, Than Have A Single Dog Or Cat Tortured On The Pretence Of Sparing Me A Twinge Or Two.

Aspire, Break Bounds. Endeavor To Be Good, And Better Still, Best.

Inscribe All Human Effort With One Word, Artistry's Haunting Curse, The Incomplete!