Many A Crown Covers Bald Foreheads.

Who So Loves Believes The Impossible.

Eve Is A Twofold Mystery.

God Himself Is The Best Poet, And The Real Is His Song.

I Have Done Most Of My Talking By Post Of Late Years--as People Shut Up In Dungeons Take Up With Scrawling Mottoes On The Walls.

We Overstate The Ills Of Life, And Take Imagination... Down Our Earth To Rake.