The Grandeur Of The Dooms We Have

Already With Thee! Tender Is The Night. . . But Here There Is No Light. . .

I Am Sailing With Thee Through The Dizzy Sky! How Beautiful Thou Art!

There Is An Electric Fire In Human Nature Tending To Purify - So That Among These Human Creatures There Is Continually Some Birth Of New Heroism. The Pity Is That We Must Wonder At It, As We Should At Finding A Pearl In Rubbish.

That Which Is Creative Must Create Itself.

To Sorrow I Bade Good-morrow, And Thought To Leave Her Far Away Behind; But Cheerly, Cheerly, She Loves Me Dearly: She Is So Constant To Me, And So Kind.