No Work Begun Shall Ever Pause For

The Sea Heaves Up, Hangs Loaded O'er The Land, Breaks There, And Buries Its Tumultuous Strength.

What's The Earth With All Its Art, Verse, Music, Worth — Compared With Love, Found, Gained, And Kept?

Good Strong Thick Stupefying Incense-smoke!

So, Fall Asleep Love, Loved By Me... For I Know Love, I Am Loved By Thee.

There Are Those Who Believe Something, And Therefore Will Tolerate Nothing; And On The Other Hand, Those Who Tolerate Everything, Because They Believe Nothing.