Races, Better Than We, Have Leaned On

Three Silences There Are: The First Of Speech, The Second Of Desire, The Third Of Thought.

The Prayer Of Ajax Was For Light.

All The Means Of Action -- The Shapeless Masses -- The Materials -- Lie Everywhere About Us. What We Need Is The Celestial Fire To Change The Flint Into The Transparent Crystal, Bright And Clear. That Fire Is Genius.

Welcome, My Old Friend, Welcome To A Foreign Fireside.

Silently, One By One, In The Infinite Meadows Of Heaven, Blossomed The Lovely Stars, The Forget-me-nots Of The Angels.