Sanity -- That Is The Great Virtue

For Poetry The Idea Is Everything; The Rest Is A World Of Illusion.

Home Of Lost Causes, And Forsaken Beliefs, And Unpopular Names, And Impossible Loyalties!

Below The Surface Stream, Shallow And Light, Of What We Say And Feel Below The Stream, As Light, Of What We Think We Feel, There Flows With Noiseless Current, Strong, Obscure And Deep, The Central Stream Of What We Feel Indeed.

The Strongest Part Of A Religion Today Is Its Unconscious Poetry

To The Bible Men Will Return; And Why? Because They Cannot Do Without It.