There Is No Mistake So Great As

Embraces Are Comminglings From The Head Even To The Feet, And Not A Pompous High Priest Entering By A Secret Place.

To The Eyes Of The Man Of Imagination, Nature Is Imagination Itself.

The Cut Worm Forgives The Plow.

God Forbid That Truth Should Be Confined To Mathematical Demonstration!

Where Others See But The Dawn Coming Over The Hill, I See The Soul Of God Shouting For Joy.