The Crime Of Inquiry Is One Which

Know Ye What It Is To Be A Child? It Is To Have A Spirit Yet Streaming From The Waters Of Baptism; It Is To Believe In Love, To Believe In Loveliness, To Believe In Belief.

Kings Are Like Stars,-they Rise And Set, They Have The Worship Of The World, But No Repose.

The Young Moon Has Fed Her Exhausted Horn With The Sunset's Fire.

I Consider Poetry Very Subordinate To Moral And Political Science.

The Wise Want Love; And Those Who Love Want Wisdom.