Whatever's Lost, It First Was Won.

Books Are Men Of Higher Stature.

Two Human Loves Make One Divine.

God Answers Sharp And Sudden On Some Prayers, And Thrusts The Thing We Have Prayed For In Our Face, A Gauntlet With A Gift In It.

Many A Fervid Man Writes Books As Cold And Flat As Graveyard Stones.

I Saw, In Gradual Vision Through My Tears, The Sweet, Sad Years, The Melancholy Years, Those Of My Own Life, Who By Turns Had Flung A Shadow Across Me.