To The Receptive Soul The River Of

Justice Is Like The Kingdom Of God--it Is Not Without Us As A Fact, It Is Within Us As A Great Yearning.

I Beg Your Pardon: Correct English Is The Slang Of Prigs Who Write History And Essays. And The Strongest Slang Of All Is The Slang Of Poets.

No Soul Is Desolate As Long As There Is A Human Being For Whom It Can Feel Trust And Reverence.

The Pride Of The Body Is A Barrier Against The Gifts That Purify The Soul.

I Cherish My Childish Loves--the Memory Of That Warm Little Nest Where My Affections Were Fledged.