All Poetry Is Difficult To Read -

A Minute Of Success Pays For Years Of Failure.

For The Preacher's Merit Or Demerit, It Were To Be Wished That The Flaws Were Fewer In The Earthen Vessel, Holding Treasure, But The Main Thing Is, Does It Hold Good Measure Heaven Soon Sets Right All Other Matters!

Stung By The Splendour Of A Sudden Thought.

Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth.

Brightest Truth, Purest Trust In The Universe, All Were For Me, In The Kiss Of One Girl.