With Useless Endeavour Forever, Forever, Is Sisyphus

As To The Pure Mind All Things Are Pure, So To The Poetic Mind All Things Are Poetical.

If You Would Hit The Mark, You Must Aim A Little Above It.

Down Sank The Great Red Sun, And In Golden, Glimmering Vapors Veiled The Light Of His Face, Like The Prophet Descending From Sinai.

Great Is The Art Of Beginning, But Greater Is The Art Of Ending.

How Far The Gulf-stream Of Our Youth May Flow Into The Arctic Regions Of Our Lives, Where Little Else Than Life Itself Survives.